Bloodshot eyes//DNF

{help}

CW//getting taken advantage of, self harm, drinking, parties, sexual assault/abuse, mature language, gore, death, use of knives

Rip brown haired bastard bitch who abused George

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~two weeks later~

George has been practically living at clays house.

George gets up from clays lap, the blond looking at him confused. "I'm gonna go to the party tonight okay?" He says. Clay nods. "Okayy come home soon"

"Mhmmm" George says, grabbing some clothes from the closet. He goes inside the bathroom, putting them on. When he's done, he leaves to see His friend staring.

"Why are you looking at me like that, Clay?" He asks. "You look so pretty" the blond replies. "Your skirt looks good on you"

"Thank you! Bye I love you" George says, feeling Clay peck his cheek. He walks out the door.

-at the party, 10:31PM-

George finally gets inside to see people getting drunk, drinking.

He decides to go over to the drinking station and gets some beer. He takes A sip, then puts it down and goes to the bathroom to fix his outfit.

When he gets there, he adjusts his skirt and fishnets. He washes his hands then walks back to his drink, taking another sip. He then sees a familiar face approach Him.

Evelyn.

"Aw hey Georgie! We haven't talked in a while..I've missed you.." she smiles. "H-huh?" George stammers, his vision going slightly blurry.

"Aw do you not remember me? I'm your girlfriend" she says, holding his chin up. "No..no no no..we..we broke up.." George mutters.

"Aw I think little Georgie is a bit shooken up..we haven't had fun with eachother in a long long time.."

"I can show you some fun, honey."

"No..n-no please.." George stammers.
Evelyn grabs his wrist, pulling him up the stairs to an un-used bedroom. As soon as they get in, Evelyn pushes the taller male against the wall and starts leaving a trail of purple marks on his neck.

"P-Please! Stop.." George begs. Evelyn ignores him, only to put her knee against his crotch.

She lets go after a few minutes, laughing. "Hmmm that was a good time huh?" She says. "Please..where's Clay.." he mutters. "You don't love Clay. You love me Georgie."

"No.. I..I love Clay not you..."

"Please..please get me out of here.."

"Get me out of this mess.."

Evelyn takes George's skirt and fishnets off, along with his boxers. She places her hand on his member, stroking it.

It didn't feel good.

"Please! Please I'm begging you stop.."

"Oh but honey..this is so fun dont you think?" she smiles. "No..no it's not!" George cries. Evelyn stops, smiling at him. "Hmm.. I think I should get going now." She says, leaving.

George falls to the ground, sobbing as he puts his pants on. He sobs until he couldn't sob anymore.

Soon he has enough strength to reach for his phone and call Clay.

"C-Clay..please..please come pick me up.." he begs as His friend answers.

"Okay uh..can you send me the address?"