Someone Like You

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Warnings:
-Mentions physical (child) abuse
-Mentions sexual assault/rape
-Mentions self harm

Clay's POV

George and I spent the rest of the day together and I was about to leave as George held me back. 'You can stay here at night if you want? I just don't want you to go back to your... dad, I think.'

I sat back down on the bed and looked at him with a smile. 'Could I maybe take a shower then?' I asked him. 'I'll just dress up in these clothes again.'

'I could lend you my hoodie, but it's way too small and it's my only hoodie.'

'You're only one?' I questioned as I looked at him.

'Yeah, as I said, we don't have much money. I wash it in the weekends and then wear it during the school days.'

'You can borrow a few from me while you wash your hoodie. I'm a bit scared to go home, though,' I mumbled, looking down at the floor. 'You never know it with you know... everything that's going on at home.'

'Could I come with you?' George offered. 'Also, you really don't need to give me a hoodie, don't worry.'

'No, I want to, but I want you to be safe. I don't think my dad would do anything if you're there, but I don't want to risk it.'

'It's fine, I'm coming with you,' he smiled. 'You still don't need to give me your clothes, but if you insist then I'll come with you to make sure you're safe.'

~~~

We arrived at my place and I walked in slowly. My dad sat on the couch and stood up right away, seeing George too which caused him to back off a bit.

'I'm just uh- getting some stuff because uh- I'm staying at his place tonight,' I whispered, really scared he'd hurt me. Luckily he did anything to hide it so he would probably not hurt me in front of someone.

'Why didn't you tell me, Clay?' he asked with a harsh voice. 'You stayed with your girlfriend all night too!'

'I told you I was going to her and I didn't plan on staying at his place. I'm just getting some stuff.'

My dad walked closer to me and glanced at George who looked really scared and unknowingly what to do. My dad grabbed my shoulder and then scoffed as he pushed me away. 'Fine.'

I nodded heavily and grabbed George's hand, running to the stairs with him. I breathed out as I closed the door and turned to George. 'Thank you for coming with me.'

He smiled as we went upstairs and I walked into my room. 'It's a mess, sorry,' I sighed as I looked at the stuff on the floor. 'Anyway, get some stuff. I'll get an extra pair of clothes so I can put them on after showering.'

George nodded and stood in front of the closet with a shy face. 'I'm a bit too shy to just grab stuff,' he mumbled.

'That's okay, don't worry. Here,' I smiled, grabbing him three hoodies for the rest of the week, a new pair of sweats and other random stuff. He was smiling as he held them and I grabbed a bag so he could put it in there. I put my stuff in there too and smiled at him.

'Enough?'

'I never had that many hoodies,' he giggled. 'I still don't, but now I can choose which one to wear tomorrow!'

I walked up to him and gave him a hug since I found it sweet how happy he was about this. He hugged me back and we went downstairs again to go to his house again.

~~~

I stood with George in his room and he looked at my hoodies with a smile on his face. 'Uh- I'm... changing, if that's okay.'

'Do I need to leave?' I asked as I grabbed the doorknob.

'No, it's fine. You can stay, but uh- I'm just... uh- my arms?'

'Oh, that. I don't mind, I won't look. I want you to know that you can feel comfortable around me, I would never say anything about your scars or cuts or anything.'

He smiled shortly. 'Thank you.'

He doubted for a second and pulled off his hoodie which left him in an old grey shirt. I saw loads of cuts on his arm so I looked away immediately so he wouldn't feel uncomfortable.

'Can I shower maybe?' I asked him with a smile.

He nodded with a bright smile and crawled away in the hoodie that was way too big for him. 'Thank you so much. I will wash it in a day and give it back to you.'

'Borrow it for as long as you want to. And wash your own hoodie and shirt. Do you have another shirt? Because I took two.'

'I have one, but it has gaps.'

I reach out to the bag and grabbed the clothes I got for myself, handing him the rest. 'There, pick out what you want. Is the bathroom there?'

He nodded and I walked to the bathroom to shower while he changed.

I stood in silence in the bathroom for a while and took off my clothes as I turned on the shower, staring at my body. I hated my body so much for multiple things, the first one being all the cuts and scars.

I ran my fingers over the cuts as I remembered the times I got called ugly and the times my girlfriend did things I didn't want to. I was already scared for the next time I had to go to her place since I knew she only invited me to have sex.

Maybe I would trust George enough one day to tell him what she did to me. I really wanted to talk about it, but it felt like I was the weak and the stupid one.

I sighed softly and glanced at the razor in the shower as George knocked on the door.

'Clay, are you still wearing something? I left the razor in the bathroom and I would like to take it away if that's okay.'

'I don't have clothes on,' I mumbled.

'Can you hand it to me from behind the door, please? I won't be able to see you like that.'

I sighed softly and did what he asked me too, but I knew I would have cut myself otherwise.

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