I didn't know

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George POV
I turned to the three boys in my room, all of them had a shocked and concerned look on their faces. 'Uh alright uhm you guys go out the window again and could you maybe wait in the car for me this time?' I asked and Nick nodded. 'Thanks' I whispered as I slipped through and the door and made my way downstairs.
Well- here it comes

As I stepped in the living room I saw him.
He stood next to the living room table, clearly out of his mind and with and angry expression.
He took a few steps forward and took a halt directly in front of me 'I told you to clean up everyday after school now why didn't you huh?' he said, grabbing my hair and pushed me against the wall behind me.

'I- I was studying with some of my classmates sir.' I said very quietly.
'Oh I see. That's the best excuse you've got huh? studying. As if you study it's not like your failing all your classes prick' he said in an angry voice 'I did NOT raise you to be lying to me HAVE YOU UNDERSTOOD ME?!'

He landed his first hit in my stomach the second and third following. A slap in the face, the second, the third.
I thought he was finished since he turned around and pushed me away but apparently I was wrong.
He walked over to the couch, grabbed a beer-bottle and threw it at me. I could feel the broken glass cutting my shoulder and I'm pretty sure there is some Glas in my shoulder now.
He threw me against the wall behind me and kicked against my leg.
'Don't you dare lie to me again you dumb excuse of a son'
He kicked me in my knee once more, scoffed and went upstairs to lay in his bed I assume.

After a short while I walked upstairs as quickly as possible after what just happened, I went inside my room grabbed a razor blade, my phone, my headphones and hopped out of the window.

As I landed outside I slowly walked up to Nicks Car and pretended nothing had happened.
I opened the Door and they immediately stared at me and looked very concerned. 'A- are you okay do you need to go to the hospital' Clay asked.
'I'm fine don't worry uh Nick can you just drive me to the park down the street?'
'Are you sure?' Nick asked

What was up with them? Why do they pretend to care? As if they would? They are going to laugh a me later anyways.

'Yes' he staid silent and drove me to the park. As we arrived at the park I got out, thanked him and walked over to a bench and sat on it.
The park was empty since the sun started setting already and I felt it getting colder as the minutes passed.

I didn't hesitate long and grabbed my razor blade, rolled my sleeves up and started punishing me for lying to my father, for being not good enough, for not trying enough, for being a disappointment, for not helping my dad enough, for being fat and so on.

I continued until both of my arms where completely covered in fresh cuts.
Since I didn't have anything to clean them I just rolled my sleeves back down, leaned back, listened to music and stared at the concrete beneath my feet.

Eventually I laid down on the bench since it was getting pretty late and my eyes began to get heavier and heavier. It was freezing cold but right now I preferred it more than being in the same house as my father so I slowly driftet to sleep on the park bench.

Clay POV
I was very shocked after what I saw, I didn't expect George's father to be like that. I mean Nick and Punz told me about their first time at George's house but I totally didn't expect that.

And after I saw George when he came out of the house I knew he wasn't "fine" he clearly wasn't.

So yeah.
It was about three hours later and me and Nick found ourselves talking about George. I mean yeah we did bully him but we wouldn't have done it if we knew that that was what he had been going through constantly.

He doesn't have any close family relatives since Punz told me his mother was dead so his only actual family is that man.

'Sap do you think he is still at the park? Or do you think he went back to that psycho' nick didn't say anything for a bit. After a few seconds he said 'I mean there's only one way to find out. I have a car why don't we drive to the park to check if he's there. I mean it's pretty cold as well If he's outside the whole night he'll freeze to death'

'Yeah okay let's go do that I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight if we don't. ' I said as I got up from his bed.

We went outside to Nicks car and drove to the park a couple streets away.
After about 10 minutes we arrived at the park, got out of the car and looked around for George.
We searched for quite a while and we were about to go back to his car when I spotted something laying on a bench at the other side of the park.

The moment I spotted it Nick must have seen it as well since we both ran up to it at the same time. And there he was.
His small body laying on the bench, rolled up, shivering with bloody sleeves.
Wait bloody? Me and Nick looked at each other the same time with the exact same expression.
'Should we take him to a hospital or do we take him to yours? Your parents aren't home are they?' Nick asked.
'I mean I don't think he would want us to bring him to a hospital. The nurses would ask questions and shit. Besides they would call his dad and George would get into more trouble. We're going to my place'

I don't know were my protectiveness came from all of the sudden but I kinda feel the urge to protect him. It's probably because I feel very guilty for bullying him while he was going through that.

'Alright that's sweet of you bro I'll take you guys okay? You can take care of him on your own right? You know how my parents are with staying at someone's house' he said and I just nodded while finding myself blushing at his first words.

Was it actually sweet of me? It's normal to help him out like that, is it? It probably is. Everyone would do that as well. I decided not to think abut it any further, leaned down, picked George up and made my way to nicks car with him following behind.

I noticed he was very light. And when I thought about it I realized that I've never seen him eating lunch at all. The thought of him struggling with an eating disorder as well made me feel even more guilty.

We arrived at Nicks Car and he drove us to my house. The about 15 minute drive was spent in silence since we didn't want to wake up the sleeping boy in the backseat.

When we arrived at my house I picked up George and the three of us went inside.

I carried Geore upstairs to my room and carefully placed him on my bed. I took a glance at his sleeves again and turned to Nick.
'Should we changes his clothes?' I asked him and he looked down at George's sleeves as well. 'I think we should' he said and I pulled off his hoodie carefully while Nick sat him up slightly.

Once the hoodie was off me and Nick gasped at the exact same time. I clearly didn't expect this...

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