RainFall (DNF)

Chapter TEN

-Sunday, April 8th 2021; 11:27 AM-

"George! Get your gay ass over here right now!" 

George groans and gets out of bed. He walks with heavy feet into his father's room.

"What?" The brunet says laced with attitude.

"Look what I just saw this is why I told you not to interact with Clay." He says.

"What?" The shorter asks in confusion.

He walks fully into the room to see a paused screen of Nick and Clay sitting in the blond's Cadillac.

This sparks the smaller's interest.

"Unpause it." He says.

With a smug face his father unpauses it.

"I hate him so much right now it's not even funny." The Clay clearly says looking at Nick.

"I would to George is such a little bitch." Nick adds.

"No wonder he has no friends." The blond says.

The video cuts off there.

Tears fill George's hazel eyes.

How could Clay do this to him? Pretend to be his friend?

"This is why I told you not to fucking make any friends that I don't approve. How'd you meet Clay anyway?" His father asks.

The smaller suddenly remembers how they met. It was 3 am and Clay needed a ride home. Maybe the blond felt bad?

"Uh in school." The brunet says.

"Whatever get the fuck out of my room you can leave if you want but if I find out you went to Clay's your gonna be in big trouble and trust me I have my ways." His dad threatens.

"Okay. It's not like I have anywhere else to go. I'll be in my room if you need me." George says trying really hard not to cry in front of his father as the man would only degrade the poor young boy.

"Okay then." He says changing the channel on the television to something else.

George walks slowly to his room thinking about what he just saw. They were surely talking about him because they said his name.

I hate him so much right now it's not even funny.

The words ring through his head. Was it cause he cried at the park? Or was it because of the whole banana incident? No. Clay seemed really happy the entire time that the brunet was there. At least is seemed so to the smaller boy.

I would to George is such a little bitch.

The words replayed in his mind over and over again as he climbed into his little bed and pulled the dark covers over himself. He curled into a fetal position and silently cried.

He wanted to let noises escape his lips but he just couldn't. He's such a weak little pussy.

The brunet thought that maybe he had finally made friends after two and a half years in high school but clearly not.

The thought of school made his brain hurt.

Not only did he have to pretend to be okay, Clay would probably act normal. Sure the brunet could confront the taller but he would most likely deny it. 

How did his father get that tape anyway? 

 No wonder he has no friends.

More tears silently fell down his face. He swore that if he were a cloud that he would be making a heavy Rainfall.