My Last Hope

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Warnings:
-Mentions addiction/withdrawal

Clay's POV

George and I cuddled for a while, I laid down in his arms while waiting for his mother to come. I was very tired and George lifted my shirt a little to cool my bruises. I had a lot of pain, but cooling them worked well.

I was just running my hand through his hair while I had my pacifier in my mouth again. He smiled as he rested his head against my shoulder which he knew wouldn't hurt me much.

I was still really happy that he didn't find me weird for having a pacifier and bears and cuddled up with him too while he was softly humming a song to me and himself.

We stayed close like this until his mother came up the stairs. She came into the room after knocking and walked in with a smile.

'Hi boys, are you both okay?'

George nodded. I didn't answer and sighed as I looked down at my hands. I was craving drugs a lot and felt terrible because I couldn't use it. I was shaking, sweating and was in a terrible mood because of it.

'This withdrawal sucks,' I mumbled. 'I wish it was over.'

'It's going to pass, Clay,' George's mother said with a smile. 'I promise you that it will be over with some time.'

I sighed and nodded slowly. George stood up and very carefully grabbed my hands to lift me up. His mother helped and they helped me go down the stairs. Going down the stairs took even longer than when I went up and I was really glad to sit in my wheelchair when I arrived at the bottom.

George drove me to the car and I got helped to go inside too. His mother drove very slowly and carefully to their house while I held my bears and pacifier in my mouth. I rested my head on George's shoulder and he stroked my hair every now and then.

After twenty minutes in the car, we arrived at George's place. I got helped inside and his oldest sister and father stood in front of the door, waiting for me.

'Welcome!' his dad said with a big smile. 'Welcome to our house.'

I giggled softly and hid my pacifier, but George's dad just smiled. 'No need to hide it. I know it's a comfort thing for you and you need it right now. Be free to use it whenever you want.'

I smiled and got lifted on the couch. I laid down as his sister walked up to me. She knelt down next to the couch.

'How are you? We heard what happened so you don't need to explain anything to us anymore. We are going to help you with your addiction.'

I nodded and smiled. 'Thank you. I've been better, but I'm just glad my dad is gone. I have never been safe after he killed my mother.'

George's sister ruffled my hair up shortly. 'I fully get that, but you're completely safe here now. I'm really happy that you're my brother's best friend too.'

She giggled as she looked at George. 'I've always told that idiot that he needed to hang out more with you, but he never believed me. Explain this then, Gogy.'

George rolled his eyes. 'How could I know?' he asked with a soft giggle.

'By listening to your amazing and wise sister,' she laughed as she softly pushed his shoulder.

I giggled as I listened to their conversation and George sat down on the couch, carefully lifting my head so I could rest it on his lap. 'Is this okay?'

I nodded and grabbed his hand while holding my bears. He put my pacifier in my mouth again and rubbed my hair. I closed my eyes as he ran his hand through my hair and ended up falling asleep.

I slept until dinner and looked around me. George's father was putting the plates on the table next to the couch so I could just lay down while eating. I looked at the plates and I stared at them. I wasn't hungry in the slightest, but felt bad for not eating what they cooked.

I got some food from George and stared at it as I poked my fork in it. I really didn't feel like eating, but I knew it was better to.

I ended up eating a few bites and then sighed. George's mother noticed and smiled at me.

'Clay, it's fine if you don't want more. We all understand that it might be too much after what happened to you.'

I smiled shortly. 'It's really tasty, but I just don't feel like eating more right now.'

'Totally fine. George, can you put his plate down on the table?'

George nodded and grabbed my plate, handing me some water. I stared at it, feeling sad that it wasn't alcohol.

'Clay, it's okay. You can drink it,' George whispered in my ear.

'I want alcohol,' I mumbled so only he could hear it.

He started running his hand through my hair. 'I understand, but it's really bad for you. You need to quit to overcome your addiction.'

I sighed and drank the water, looking around me. Everyone was still eating and I tried to stay awake while they ate, but got so tired that my eyes constantly closed and opened again.

'It's fine, you can sleep,' George confirmed so I wouldn't feel rude. 'We all understand that you're really tired after everything that happened.'

'But it's rude,' I mumbled, being so sleepy that I could barely speak normally.

'I don't find it rude, Clay,' his oldest sister replied with a smile. 'You're just home from the hospital and I would have only been sleeping too.'

'Thank you for being so sweet,' I whispered as I lifted George's hand to hold it. He smiled and reached out for my pacifier, holding it in front of my mouth so I could suck on it. I closed my eyes again as I held my bears and it didn't take long for me to fall asleep while George ran his hand through my hair.

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