Someone Like You

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Warnings:
-Sexual assault (short/not a lot)
-Self harm wounds (blood)

George's POV

I breathed out and stepped back, seeing Clay's girlfriend laugh exaggeratedly. 'You better not be cheating on me, baby.'

Clay looked away as she sat down on his lap with a big smile. I walked closer to them since Clay was very uncomfortable, but she leaned in and started kissing Clay's face.

'Babe... you're not cheating on me, right?'

'He's my best friend,' Clay mumbled. 'And my soulmate.'

'So you're in love with him?' she hissed.

'No, I just said that he's my best friend,' Clay scoffed as he tried to push her away. 'I literally don't want you to be an annoying bitch right now. I went through a lot today and I can't deal with this too.'

'Aww, baby... come on, don't be so shy. I know that you like it when I show affection,' she smirked as she kissed Clay's neck.

'Please, get away...' Clay whispered. 'Please.'

'Can you leave?' I added. 'He doesn't want this, did you hear him?'

'He acts like he doesn't want this. He begs me to have sex with him all the time,' she grinned. 'Come on, Clay. I know you want this.'

Her hand went down to Clay's sweats and Clay pushed her away again, this time I grabbed her wrist and pushed her back too. 'Get off him, he's being very clear.'

I grabbed Clay's hand and pulled him closer to me as his girlfriend laughed. 'You really want to be friends with a guy like him? He's so pathetic, he cuts himself for attention. Funny, huh?'

Clay stared at his hands and sighed softly, probably shocked that she would actually say such a thing.

'I know,' I answered. 'And it's not for attention because he would have shown his cuts to anyone if he wanted attention with it. He's hiding them.'

'How do you know? Did you see him naked? Oh my goodness, you are cheating on me.'

'There's scars on his arms, dumbass,' I scoffed. 'I don't have to see him naked to see cuts on his arms. And maybe because he told me that he self harms... ever thought about that?'

'You think you can trust him?' she wheezed. 'He literally raped me.'

Clay let go of me and grabbed her shoulders, pushing her against the wall. 'Don't you dare spread these things!' he yelled. 'I never did anything you didn't want me to and you forced me all the time! I don't want to do it with you and YOU KNOW THAT!'

'Pfft, sure. It's more believable for me to be raped than for you to be forced into things. I'll just tell anyone you've raped me and they will all believe that.'

Clay turned completely quiet and then pushed her away, walking to the door to leave. He slammed it behind him as he walked off while crying which caused me to look at his girlfriend.

'I know everything, okay?' I scoffed. 'If you tell anyone that Clay, what he didn't do, raped you, I will beat you to death, understood? I might not be the tallest or the strongest, but I'm definitely stronger than you.'

'Yeah sure, I'll believe that,' she grinned.

'Don't test me,' I hissed as I stepped closer to her. 'If you ruin his life even more than you've already done, you're going to suffer.'

'You can't do shit, idiot. I'm not scared of you at all, okay? Clay raped me and he's just a weak pussy. He acts like he's so sad and whatever, but he's an idiot who ruined MY life.'

'Yeah, did he? Can you tell me why he was crying while explaining to me how little he wanted to do stuff with you?'

'Because he's lying and he's just acting, you're falling for his manipulative behaviour.'

'That's why he cuts? Just for fun? Why is he hiding his cuts then? I don't see any cuts on your arms. Your shirt is short enough for me to see there's no scars there either.'

'So? Then he still rapes me.'

'HE DOESN'T RAPE YOU, HE NEVER DID ANYTHING YOU DIDN'T WANT HIM TO DO. YOU'RE FORCING HIM TO DO THINGS AND JUST BECAUSE HE'S A HANDSOME GUY, THAT'S APPARENTLY OKAY!'

I didn't hesitate anymore and ran off as I slammed the door behind me again, trying to find Clay. I started running around and grabbed my phone to see if he texted me.

Clay
I'm a failure, I hate myself so much. I failed and I broke our promise. I don't want to see you right now, I'm too ashamed of what I did. I'm so sorry, I hope you can forgive me :(

You
Please tell me where you are. I'm not mad or disappointed and there's no need to hate yourself either. Please tell me where you are <3

Clay
I'm outside in the back of the bike storage :(

I put my phone away and started running there, seeing his blonde hair from a far distance. I kept running towards him and knelt down while panting loudly when I stood in front of him.

He was holding his arms in front of him with deep cuts on his wrist and blood dropping down while he held a blade in his other hand. I slowly grabbed the blade and put it away in my pocket since I felt safe enough and knew I wasn't going to cut myself.

Clay was sobbing loudly as I unwrapped the bandages he put around his arms for football, wrapping them around his wrist. He was just staring as I sat next to him and wrapped my arm around his shoulders.

'I'm a failure... I'm worth nothing. My dad was right all this time, George. I am just a piece of shit, I've never had a purpose on this earth either.'

'You're worth the world in my eyes. I've never cared more about anyone than you. I've found my soulmate, I've found the person I know I'll be friends with forever and who will never let me down. I love you so much, you're the most worthy person I know.'

He looked at me shortly. 'I'm so afraid I've disappointed you so much now I cut again.'

'You didn't, as long as you keep trying to fight against the urge. I should have gone after you, but I was mad at her. Next time I'm not leaving you alone.'

He rested his head on my shoulders and closed his eyes as we sat together. 'I love you too, George.'

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