Obstacles

14

Warnings:
-Mentions abuse (wounds)
-Short homophobia (usage F-slur)

George's POV

I cycled home after a boring day of school. Clay wasn't there so I couldn't work on the assignment. Sapnap didn't even want to come near me so he also didn't help Quackity.

I sighed and put my bike down in the garden as I suddenly saw another bike which looked like Clay's one. I frowned and opened the door to walk inside.

My mother walked up to me and smiled. 'Hi, honey,' she whispered. 'Clay is here, he's asleep.'

'Why is he here?' I asked as I looked behind her to see Clay lay down on the couch.

'He just needed a place to stay for a bit. How was school, sweetie?'

'It was quite boring,' I mumbled as I walked to the couch, sitting down on the other one. I stared at Clay and felt my heart skip a beat when I noticed his face was really bruised.

'What happened to him? He told me he was sick?'

'You'd have to ask him,' my mother replied as she sat down with a book in her hands.

I nodded slowly and leaned back, looking at Clay again. He started to turn around a bit and then slowly opened his eyes, getting used to the lightning.

'Hi,' I smiled as he looked at me.

'H-hi,' he whispered as he tried to lift himself up. 'I uh- how was school?'

'It was fine, but I'm more worried about you right now. What happened to you?' I asked concernedly.

'Just a fight,' he mumbled, trying to sit up. It appeared to hurt too much and he laid back down again.

'Do you want to lay down on my bed?' I offered.

He nodded slowly. 'But I can't walk very well.'

'I'll help you. Do I need to get you a drink?'

'No thanks,' he mumbled.

I nodded and walked up to him, carefully lifting him up. He was groaning because of the pain he had but I still managed to get him up slowly, walking to the door as carefully as I could.

I held my arm around his waist which caused him to sob softly so I moved it up to his chest. That appeared to only hurt more and he pushed my hands down to his hips since that seemed to be only place he wasn't hurt.

We walked upstairs as slowly as we could and I went back to grab ice for his face since he was already holding it on his chest.

'Do you want to tell me what happened?' I asked.

He shrugged. 'It was just a fight.'

'But you were at home?' I questioned, causing him to look away. 'It's fine actually, I won't ask you any questions if you're not ready for that.'

He smiled. 'Thank you. Your mother told me I could stay over at night if I wanted to. Is that okay with you?'

'Yeah, of course,' I answered as I carefully laid down next to him.

'Oh and uh- your mother knows we know each other,' Clay admitted.

'Oh- uh- was she mad?'

'Not at all,' Clay replied with a smile as he cuddled up with me.

Clay's POV

George and I just cuddled for the rest of the evening and night and I slowly went downstairs the day after. My whole body was incredibly sore because I got beaten so badly but I still decided to go.