New shoes | dnf

Fifteen

TW: mention of suicide

"Here." I pushed Karl to Nick, which he did the same with George. He was finally back in my reach, back under my control.

He stared up at my, surprised, but I didn't understand why, until I realized I hadn't had my mask on.

Well shit.

"What now?" He asked.

"I don't know." I honestly replied.

"Well think of something, because I'm not going to jail, Clay."

"We won't go to jail, their not leaving Nick."

"The police will get suspicious if he doesn't show up within the next 12 hours! We're fucking screwed!"

He had a point.

"Alright just, take him to his house. Have him grab the last few things he needs, and let the cop know that he's moving in early. Make sure he doesn't do anything to tip them off either."

"Alright. Let's go Karl." He nodded, but before I could rail George back into my arms, he reached for Nick's gun, now shakily pointing it at Nick.

What the hell is he doing!?

"George... what are you doing..." I inched closer to him, but he stepped back, forcing the gun more in Nick's direction.

"Let Karl go." He ordered.

"You know we can't do that." I answered.

"You'll do it or I'll shot him."

"George, put down the gun."

"No."

I thought for a moment. This is George we're talking about. He doesn't have the balls to kill anyone!

"I know you won't shoot him. You don't have the guts to murder another person. And we both know it."

He began biting his lip. He knew I was right. His eyes looked purely conflicted, saddened, scared. Reluctantly, he turned the gun on himself.

No...

"You won't pull the trigger George, you know you won't."

"Y-you know what? Yesterday, yesterday I wouldn't have. But that was before YOU put MY FRIEND, in danger. SO, you either let Karl go, or..." he sighed. "Or I kill myself."

The thought of George dead horrified me. I had grown too attached for him to die. Nick and I both exchanged looks, as we inched closer to him.

"BACK THE FUCK UP OR I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL BLOW MY FUCKING BRAINS OUT!" He screamed. We both stopped in our tracks.

"Karl, go. Go get help."

"George-" his voice cracked and pained. "You can't kill yourself...you just can't!"

"And I won't have to if you get help fast. Now go." The brunette hesitantly obeyed.

"Wait Karl!" He turned his head back facing George, tears clouding his vision. "Just in case I don't- make it, I want you to know I love you Karl." Karl broke into a quiet sob.

"I love you too George."

He began walking to the car again.

No. I wasn't gonna let this happen.

I waited a couple seconds till he looked away again, before snatching the gun and pointing it upwards, as it went off into the sky.

Thank god.

"Karl, get the fuck back over here." I gritted.

George desperately tried to get the weapon back, but I tossed it to Nick, who now had his hand hovering over Karl's shoulder.

We had won.

The brunette twisted and turned under my grip, but he wasn't going anywhere. Not anymore anyway.

"George stop struggling, it will only make it worse for you later." I scoffed. He didn't stop.

"Alright now you're getting annoying stop it." He still didn't listen. I picked him, but he refused to wrap his legs around me like he had in the past. I grabbed his wrists and settled them both in one hand, while supporting him from the bottom with the other.

"Let go of me!" He snarled.

"Nick, you go pick up Karl's stuff, I'll deal with George." I instructed.

Nodding, he dragged him towards the car, but shot the helpless Brit a worried glance. He faintly nodded, while the other boy was shoved into the car.

Watching the car drive away, I turned my attention back to George, who was still trying to free himself.

"Oh George..." I whispered.

"You need to let Karl go!"

"Look George, the only way Karl is getting out of this is if we kill him. And you don't want that do you?"

"My god you people are horrible!" He shouted. I forcefully pushed his head against my shoulder to shut him up until we got upstairs. Throwing him on the bed, I locked the door deciding what I'd do to him.

I could fuck him, the attempted escape was a perfect excuse, but I didn't know if he was a virgin or not. I wasn't a complete monster. Maybe just toy around with him a bit and see where it goes? Yeah, I'll do that.

He looked at me with complete disgust, his overpowering determination to get Karl free fueling his anger. I admired how much he cared for him, definitely one of his better qualities.

"He's not leaving Georgie."

"We'll see."

His gaze tracking my every move, I looked at the closet. In response he ran a hand through his hair, almost like he was accepting what was about to happen. Little did he know I had other plans.

I creeped onto the bed, his eyes widened as I became scarcely close.

"Dream what are you d-doing?"

"Giving you you're punishment Georgie."

For the first time his eyes met mine, not through some stupid mask, but my unsettlingly deep pupils met his extremely weary ones.

Slowly I trailed my fingers down his chest, his cheeks heating up by the second. My hand finally reaching the bottom of his sweatshirt, I hooked my fingers under the hem, pulling it over his head.

Terrified, he watched as I took off mine. He became even more flustered at the sight of my bare chest.

"Like what you see?" I taunted. He barley nodded, still in shock. Pushing my hair out of my face, I laid him down, pinning his arms above him.

We stayed like that for a moment, his heavy nervous breathing filling the gap between us. My cock growing heavier, expanding at the sight of him helpless underneath me. I was turned on. He seemingly shrunk under me, the sexual tension between us growing.

Our breathing synced, and now our lips centimeters away from eachother.

"Can I kiss you..." He barley nodded, too stunned to do anything else.

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