in another life - dnf

5.0 ; getting ready

tw ; mentions of an abusive [physical & mental] household

georges' pov

i had a very long sleep. crying really exhausts me, so didn't even have the energy wake up, nor realise how early it was for me to be asleep. i would guess i had gone to sleep at 4:30pm. 

my alarm was beeping at the time i had set before hand, 9:30am, giving me two hours to get to niki's. i glanced into the mirror on the wall and the end of my bed. i could faintly see that my eyes completely red and puffy from crying last night.

today, i had to focus on having a good time with my friends, as oppose to thinking about myself leaving for the airport in a little less than 24 hours.

i unknowingly rolled over the edge of my bed, falling onto the ground with a slam. i stood up and brushed myself off, with a some-what mad expression on my face.

i packed a duffle bag with a towel, a spare change of close incase they're needed, and i got my swimming trunks out of my drawer.

i then selected my outfit which i was going to wear. i had decided black track pants to fit over my trunks, and an oversized graphic t-shirt. it was pretty warm out from what i could tell, so i didn't bother getting a jacket - my towel would surely be good enough to keep me warm.

i took my clothing and swimming trunks into the bathroom and locked myself in to have a shower.

as i was getting ready to get into the shower and glanced into the mirror. i noticed that my deep bruise had now faded, now barely noticeable. you'd have to look very closely to see it.

i turned it on and waited for the water to get hot. i stepped in and allowed to water droplets to fall down onto my skin.

it was now just me and my thoughts.

i hadn't realised how long i had been in the shower until i got a notification on my phone and as my screen lit up it said the time was 10:15 already. i got out of the shower and put on my trunks and my clothing overtop of that.

i made my way downstairs with my hair still dripping with water and noticed my dad was knocked out on the couch. mum must've still been in bed.

i tried my best to not wake him as i didn't want to cause any trouble on my last day, nor make me into a bad mood before i went to see my friends.

as i was getting some cereal for breakfast i heard him roll over on the couch and groan. he peeled his eyes open and saw me standing there. 

i got a fright to see him wake and so i dropped my bowl full of cereal and milk.

an angry expression crossed his face as he sat up.

"YOU DIPSHIT! WHY CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT?CLEAN THAT UP NOW AND GET OVER HERE," he yelled.

"s-sorry sir." i said with a stammer and started to clean up

"I SAID GET OVER HERE!"

i didn't even bother to respond, my mind was racing as to what would happen. i slowly walked over and stopped when i was right in front of him.

he was still drowsy from his drinking and only just waking up.

he raised his arm and drew it back making me flinch before he even did anything.

i prepared myself for the impact, and there it came. he slapped me right across my face. the hit wasn't too hard, as he was still sleepy and couldn't use all his energy. when i went to walk away, he slammed his fist into my upper thigh, making me stifle a cry.

i hoped the punch in my upper thigh would be covered by my swimming trunks.

i made my wake back to the kitchen to clean up the mess, and i discovered i had completely lost my appetite. it was now 10:30, an hour before i needed to get to nikis'. 

i went back into the bathroom to see if there were any visible markings on my face, all there was, was a faint red handprint on my cheek. that should hopefully clear yup by the time i get to nikis'.

as i made my way back in, i realised i needed to make my peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. i started right away on those, being very cautious to not make a mess.

i put them all into a plastic container and brought them upstairs to my bag.

i placed them carefully inside, ensuring i didn't shake the container too much.

i peered at the clock in my room, noticing i spent half an hour on making the sandwiches.

"wow, i didn't know i took that long," i thought to myself, "i guess i could leave now. it wouldn't hurt to be 15 minutes early."

i made my way down the hall and poked my head into my mum's room, bidding her goodbye before i left.

i crept out the front door to the car, hoping my father did not see me.

i turned on the engine, and off i went. this could quite possibly be my last time seeing my friends. i had to make this worthwhile.

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