Lost Boy~Dnf

Chapter one ~ Fear

!Abuse mention, slight bad language!

"George, where are you going?" Wilbur practically screamed over the noise from the raging party. 

"Home," George replied. "I shouldn't be here!" George broke into a jog, panic rising, unbeknown to what consequences he could face for being out on a week day. Especially since he was at a party. 

"I'm so dead Wilbur!" He called to the tall boy still chasing after him. The night was cold and with each step, George's breath became shorter and sharper. Eventually, he retreated to a park bench. It wasn't as if he ran marathons. Wilbur slumped next to him, a little alcohol in his system, but not enough to worry him. 

"I don't want to go- *hic* -home." George stammered in between sobs of hurt that came partly from the running, and partly from the tears streaming down his face. Wilbur knew how much George struggled with his family. He also knew how easily George panicked. 

"George, it's ok. Just come to mine tonight." George stared at the ground, contemplating what to do. 

"What if..." 

"No George, it will be fine. Trust me." At the taller boys kind words, George reconsidered. He nodded hesitantly, after all, what bad could his parents do to him for staying at a friends house?

He followed Wilbur back to his car and they drove to Wilbur's, the only noise being the quie radio. It was a quick drive, which was good because George was starving. "Hey Wilbur, do you have any food I could eat? I'm starving." Wilbur nodded. "Of course, I've got Yorkshire puddings and stew if you'd like." George's mouth watered at the thought "Thanks Will." George huddled into the corner of the couch in an attempt to gather warmth. Wilbur returned to the king room to find George all curled up. "Here's your food sleepyhead." Although the small boy wasn't asleep, his brown eyes were noticeably drooping. And with the way George stressed, Will wasn't surprised. Once the boys had eaten, Wilbur showed George to his spare room. 

"Stay as many days as you need, I understand. Plus, it gets real lonely around here." Will exited the room to practice his music in his office down the hall. George smiled as guitar echoed through the house, sending George into a state of slumber, of which Wilbur laughed at when he went to check on him.

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George woke to sun light beaming down on his face, irritating his eyes as he put a pillow over his head. He hated waking up, but George had so much on his mind. How would he face his parents? What was he supposed to do? He didn't want to go back there. George was sitting up now. Breathing heavy and sweating heavily.

"George are you hungr- woah are you ok?" Wilbur sat next to George observing his tears and puffy eyes, hair wet with sweat and his panting that he choked on from the tears. 

"Will, I need to go." 

"Oh ok, I'll take you home!"

"No Wilbur." Wilbur's eyes were sincere and thoughtful. "I need to move out, it's too much. I don't want to go back there Will." Wilbur pulled George into a comforting hug, fighting back tears. 

"George, where....will you go?" Wilbur said, slowly pulling out of the hug to get George some tissues.

"I really don't know, I was thinking possibly to America with Dream and Sapnap but..." 

"Oh yeah, cool." Wilbur couldn't help but be a little sad George was already having the thought of fleeing the UK. Will had known that George's parents abused him for no reasons necessary, and couldn't help but feel bad for the boy who would have to go back home to collect his belongings. 

"Don't worry, we can talk about it later. Want to watch a movie to clear your head?" George subtly nodded wiping his red, flushed face.

Wilbur prepared some popcorn and other snacks while George snuggled back onto the couch in the same place he had last night. Although his mind was buzzing, George pushed his thoughts away. He thought about how they were silly little things compared to what other people go through. It didn't matter if he got abused from his parents and forced to stay in his house forever  or was rejected by Sapnap and Dream to stay at their house leaving him stranded, alone in America.

It really didn't matter......right?

Wilbur's pov~

I felt horrible. Disgusted within myself for inviting George to that party. Did I have no common sense? I let out a low whimper that was muffled by the whirring microwave. What have I done? I couldn't help but cry as I slid against my wall to the tiled kitchen floor, I had held back tears earlier-but this time I had let the thoughts sink in.

I really fucked up.

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First chapter pog! Only 798 words but the next chapters will be longer :)

Hope you all are having a great day! Make sure to eat and drink for me ♡︎

~  Charlotte