Kidnapped

Chapter 38: Strip

George POV

The house had gone silent, the only sound being the car leaving the driveway.

"Come take a seat, we have a lot to discuss" he smiles, walking into the living room as I follow.

He pats a spot next to him which I blindly follow, knowing it was best to get this conversation out of the way.

"I see you're still obedient that's good" he notes, looking me up and down as I cross my legs on the sofa.

"Now here's what we're going to do" He smiles, placing his hand on my knee.

"You're going to let me stay here, have my fun until it's my time to leave or- well I really don't have to tell you, Schlatt's told you enough times" He laughs, making eye contact with me for a split second.

"What the hell happened to you?" I ask, a sob emitting from my mouth as I couldn't hold back my tears.

"I've always been this way, your mum knew that when she met me, thought she could change me and she did, once you were out of the picture I easily went back to this life and it's so much better"

I wipe my tears with my hoodie sleeves, not wanting to look at him any longer than I already had too.

"Now come on, I don't want to see you in a hoodie and joggers you look horrendous, Strip for me" He gestures his hand in front of us.

"Dad please- I don't want to do this again" I looked him dead in the eyes, pleading for him to stop.

I was doing so well in keeping myself together but O knew this was the final straw.

I had finally reached my breaking point and there was nothing I could do to stop it from happening.

"Now" He says sternly, pulling me off the sofa and sitting back.

I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, crying as my hands refused to remove my clothing, frozen still.

"I SAID NOW" He shouts, slamming his hand on the table.

"I don't want to" I mumble, barely audible from all the crying I was doing.

I was surprised I still had tears in me to cry.

My arm gets slammed into the fireplace brick behind me enough to bruise it badly but not enough to break it, something they all knew how to do.

I screamed as I clenched my arm, the familiar pain ran through my body and I knew it would only get worse.

With shaky hands I remove my hoodie, being careful not to hurt my arm further.

"Look at all those faded marks, shame really, let's make you pretty again"

I didn't get a chance to register his words before taking a blow to the stomach.

"STOP you don't have to do this" I cry, curling up into a ball on the floor feeling the relentless kicks to my back and stomach.

"I'm going to watch a film in here, make dinner" he says, grabbing my face roughly with his hands to look at me.

"Yes Sir" I breath out, scrambling to get up and out of the living room.

I put my hoodie back on immediately, hating my bare body and the cold breeze against my skin.

I felt the same pains I usually felt.

Breathing hurt.

Moving hurt.

And I was covered in bruising.

I hoped he had changed but he didn't, all I wanted was my father back and this was what I got.

Did I do something to make him hate me? Did I do something in life to deserve this?

I sob as I search the cupboards taking out a pack of pasta and some sauce.

After putting it into water and turning the heat up I take a step back.

I thought about what Tubbo said to me this morning.

I had taught him well and I couldn't help but admire that, even if he did put me in a tough position.

Admittedly I know what I need to do for both our sakes.

He had already won, all my anxieties, tears and pain was out in the open for anyone to see and I didn't know how to hide it anymore.

Half an hour passes and I plate up his food, passing it to him with a drink and fork.

He gestures me to leave and I do, getting out some cleaning products to clean the kitchen.

I hoover the house until my body becomes too sore, I go upstairs into my room and close the door.

I collapse into my bed, fainting from the lack of food and the immense pain.

Clay POV

I pull up to George's house, getting out of the car with Tubbo and walking inside.

I could hear the TV blasting and assumed it was George's dad.

I took my shoes off along with Tubbo and followed him upstairs, he seemed to be in a rush to see George.

We walk into George's room and find him sound asleep on his bed.

"Can you stay please?" Tubbo asks me, looking away from George.

"Yeah sure, I'll let my mum know" I smile, shooting her a quick text.

"Sorry I just don't want to be alone in this house" He shuffled into his room and drops his things inside.

"Oh? Why not?" I ask as he walks back inside George's room.

"George is usually awake with me but he was up all last night, he doesn't really sleep" He sighs, sitting on the floor.

"Why doesn't he sleep?" I ask, joining him on the floor as I lean back on the wall.

"He struggles more than I do, I can sleep as long as someone else is in the room but George can't sleep properly"

"I've heard him have nightmares before too, I don't know why he was up last night but he was crying" I watched his face drop as he looked over at the sleeping boy.

I looked over at George who had his back to us facing the wall. I felt bad that I couldn't do anything to help.

"Is he coming to school tomorrow?" I ask and he shrugs.

"Hopefully" He faintly smiles and I nod, trying to think of something I could do to make George's life easier.