Here For You

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TW's:
-Suicidal thoughts
-Bad abuse
-Bullying

George's POV

I was completely broken as I ran back to my room. I sat down on my bed, staring at the window as I felt tears roll down my face. I grabbed my phone to text Dream since I couldn't handle it anymore. I needed to tell him what was going on.

Gogy
I can't anymore, I'm sick of all the stress I'm going through. I get bullied at school, I get bullied really badly. I'm so extremely insecure and I only think about suicide. I can't do this anymore, I actually can't.

I heard the door of our room opening and Clay came in. He walked to my bed. 'George, we have to talk.'

I threw my phone on my bed and stood up as I ran to the bathroom, locking myself in there. I sat down on the ground as I started crying harder each second and I remember I forgot my phone.

I wanted to stand up, but I didn't dare to anymore. I was so incredibly sad and curled myself up as I sniffed loudly. I didn't want to live anymore, I actually didn't.

I suddenly heard Clay swear and he sounded even more mad than I ever heard him. He started knocking on the door loudly and I got scared.

'OPEN THE DOOR NOW.'

I didn't know what to do and hid myself behind my hands, realising he wasn't here so it wouldn't have any effect to hide myself. Clay started slamming the door even louder and I slowly stood up to unlock it. I didn't even care anymore, he could kill me at this point and I wouldn't care.

I opened the door and Clay immediately grabbed my shoulders, pushing me against the wall. The back of my head hit the wall and I winced. Clay was holding my phone. 'I hate you, YOU KNEW. YOU ARE THE BULLY, YOU KNEW.'

'W-what?'

'GOGY, YOU ARE GOSH DANG GOGY.'

'What a-are you t-talking about?'

'YOU DID THIS ALL TO BULLY ME. YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT. YOU KNEW ALL THE TIME THAT I WAS DREAM.'

I was startled and stared at his phone in his other hand. He pushed his phone against my face. 'YOU KNEW.'

'I d-d-didn't k-know.'

'YOU DID, YOU KNEW. HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU TOLD THAT I'M GAY?'

'N-no one, I d-didn't k-know it w-was you.'

'YOU DID KNOW, YOU DID THIS TO GET INFORMATION OUT OF ME. YOU TOLD SAPNAP THAT I'M GAY.'

Clay was screaming so loudly at this point that I wondered why the people next door hadn't come into the room yet.

TW abuse+blood

Clay completely lost it and I felt a fist hit my face. I fell down on the ground and Clay started beating me up completely. He kicked my chest, hit my face and grabbed my shoulders to slam me against the ground. My head kept hitting the ground and I cried and screamed for him to stop.

He hit my face multiple times until I felt something warm drip down my nose. My eyes started rolling away because of all the fists against my head and I suddenly saw Clay getting startled really badly. His mouth fell open slightly and he stared at me.

TW over

'Oh my goodness,' he whispered.

I was breathing heavily as I tried keeping my eyes open, but everything was blurry in front of me.

'No, no, no, I'm so sorry,' Clay muttered with his eyes wide open.

'M-m-my o-only f-f-friend was D-Dream,' I managed to say.

Clay knelt down next to me and grabbed my hand. 'I'm so sorry, oh my gosh. Why did I do this? I need help, I need help quick. George, forgive me. Let me help you, please let me help you.'

Clay grabbed a towel and held it under the tap. He dabbed it on my face and pulled off my hoodie and my shirt to take care of the wounds there. He had started crying now and held my hand as he looked at me in shock.

'I'm so sorry, George. I'm so sorry.'

I said nothing as he took care of my wounds and he tried lifting me up, but I couldn't stand.

'I'm going to get sent back home and I'll probably have to go to the police too. I will go to them myself, I'm so sorry.'

'N-no p-p-police.'

'I will call Sapnap to get a teacher, I'm so sorry. I'm actually so sorry, you will never forgive me and I understand that. Can I at least explain it to you?'

He was quiet for a little and shook his head. 'Sorry, that's not important at all. It doesn't make up for anything I have done.'

'J-just h-hold m-m-my h-hand p-please.'

'Okay,' Clay nodded slowly and he held my hand tightly. I started squeezing his hand to not scream of the pain I was going through at the moment and Clay started crying even more.

'I'm so sorry, do you want me to get help?'

I shook my head.

'Why not? You need help, I'm going to get someone. I want to get sent home, I want to be punished for what I've done. That's the only way I will forgive myself.'

'S-stay.'

'But you're bleeding, you need care.'

'N-no.'

'Did you actually not know that I was Dream?'

I shook my head weakly and Clay rested his head on the floor as he cried his eyes out. 'I'm so incredibly sorry. You're such an amazing person, you were the only one who understood me.'

I smiled softly. 'B-bed?'

Clay nodded and lifted me up as carefully as possible. He walked to my bed and laid me down in it as he kneeled down next to it.

'Can I do something to make you feel better?'

'R-read?'

Clay nodded heavily. 'I will read your book to you. Does that help?'

I nodded slowly as Clay started reading.

1016 words

Summary:
Clay loses his shit and beats up George. He realises what he did and panics, begging for forgiveness as he says he needs professional help.