Kidnapped

Chapter 39: Drive

Tubbo POV

I sat in my room on the floor with Clay. After our talk about George I asked him to help me with homework.

Thankfully we managed to get through it and I put the papers into my school bag.

I hear the door from downstairs open and close and look up at Clay.

"George's mum must be home" I smile, getting up off the floor with him.

"Why don't you go greet her, I'll wake George up" He smiles back and I nod, leaving my room.

Clay POV

I shut Tubbo's door behind me as I carefully open George's door, peeking around the corner.

I see him sitting up, knees hugged to his chest and his hood up, I couldn't see his face.

"George?" I question, walking inside and closing the door behind me.

"George are you okay?" I ask, standing in front of his bed not wanting to overstep.

I hear quiet sobs come from his mouth and my heart breaks at the sight of him.

"Do you want to get fresh air? Go for a drive?" I ask and he pulls his head up, wiping his eyes with the ends of his hoodie.

"Drive"

"Alright come on, I'll let your mum know we're leaving" I faintly smile, watching him get out of bed and walk out of the room.

We make our way downstairs and George heads straight to the door, not bothering to put shoes on.

"I'm going to get George out of the house for a bit, we will be back late so you don't have to worry about food"

"Okay just be safe out there, message me or call if you need anything" George's mum smiles, I could see his dad fast asleep on the sofa.

"Can I help you cook?" Tubbo asks her and she nods.

"Of course you can sweetheart"

"Have fun you two" I wave to them as I walk over to the door, putting my trainers on and leaving.

George was back in the same position in the passenger seat with his seatbelt on.

I sit in the drivers seat and put my seatbelt on, pulling out of the driveway.

"Anywhere you want to go specifically or just want to drive around?" I ask, glancing over at him.

"Just drive"

"You want to talk about it?" I ask, trying to make conversation.

"Maybe"

"Wait really?" I ask, looking over at him.

"Yeah...but can I ask something? It's been bothering me" He asks, resting his head to now face me.

"What is it?" I ask.

"What happened with you and Fundy?"

There it was, that stupid question.

But if I wanted George to talk to me the best place to start is with what made us have an argument in the first place.

"I should've listened to you"

I look over and see him listening intently.

"After you were gone I really struggled, Fundy became more toxic towards me and obsessive, we broke up a month after that" I frown, hating the memory of that relationship.

"And how are you doing now?" He asks.

"It doesn't affect me like it used to, it helped that he went back home so I haven't had to like see him all the time"

The car falls silent, the sound of rain outside patting against the windows.

"I'm sorry I chose him over you" I add, glancing at him, he seemed to be getting calmer.

"It's okay, I'm just glad you came to your senses" he faintly smiles, I could tell it still hurt him.

I leave it a few moments as I focus on driving before deciding to see if I can get George to talk.

"So what about you? How've you been doing?" I ask, keeping my eye on the road.

The car goes silent once again.

"Bad" he faintly laughs, still hugging his body.

"You can talk about anything, I'm not going to judge you or treat you differently" I reassure him, wanting him to feel comfortable.

"I need help" he mutters, making me slow down the car to glance over at him.

"I didn't want to say anything but I feel like I can talk to you"

"What is it?" I ask.

"I'm struggling with food and sleep, like I get repulsed by food and if I do sleep I get a nightmare and can't fall back asleep" He hides his face further into the hood of his hoodie.

"Is there any food that you don't struggle with?" I ask, even if I was concerned I didn't want to freak out over it in front of him.

"I binged a load of cereal not too long ago, like a few days ago" he admits, we both knew that was no where near enough.

His figure was a lot more skinnier than he was a year ago which lead me to believe he probably got used to not eating much.

"Would professional help be on the table for you?"

"No" he answers quickly and I nod.

"What if you stay at my house tonight?"

"I can't leave Tubbo with my dad- and he can't sleep unless I'm there"

"Why can't you leave him with your dad?" I ask confused and he shrugs.

"Just- he don't know him" he mumbles looking back down.

"What about this weekend? The week is almost over" I ask and he nods.

"I could stay with you tonight? I have all my school stuff and I can take you and Tubbo to school, that is if your going"

"I don't know yet....yeah you can stay" I start driving back towards the house.

"Thank you by the way"

"For what?" I ask confused.

"For being so patient with me" he faintly smiles.

"Of course, you should be able to do everything at your own speed, no need to feel rushed" I give him a reassuring smile.

We sat in comfortable silence as I drove us back towards the house.