Dtkq short story's

What happened? (2)

    Not my writing being absolutely shit. I hope you enjoy:)

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      (Karl's pov)
Last night and this morning was so scary. Seeing nick and clay fight, not only did they yell but they also hit each other. I haven't even been able to eat breakfast yet and there's already been fighting. You probably don't know what I'm talking about at all. Here let me tell you about this morning.

After George ran to alex I went other to him open for a hug, I didn't think he would actually hug me after last night but he did. We hugged in silence for the about 4 minutes until Nick punched clay in the face, he went falling to the ground with a loud bang. I could feel George moving his head to see what happened but I couldn't let him see that, it would just make him feel worse. So I covered his ears and buried his head into my chest so he wouldn't see or hear anything.

After nick punch clay in the face he started yelling.

"WHAT THE FUCK? WHY ARE YOU STILL? WHO LET YOU ALONE NEAR GEORGE? DID YOU THINK HE WOULD JUST FORGET EVERYTHING YOU DID TO HIM LAST NIGHT?" Nick yelled.

"IM SORRY, OKAY? I DIDNT MEAN IT! I WAS DRUNK AND STRESSED! HIM KISSING KARL WAS MY FINAL STRAW I GUESS!" Clay screamed at nick sitting up and turning to look at him.

Alex walked over to nick and started patting him on the shoulder. In the moment I was wishing I could hug nick and stop the fighting. All I could do was hold on to George even tighter. Clay stood up and tried walking over to me and George but Alex pushed him back telling him to stay away from the two of us. But that made clay even more pissed I guess. He slapped Alex, and hard. That made me start crying a little bit I stay as clam as I could.

"oh fuck no!" Nick yelled. He ran at clay and basically beat the shit out of him.

While nick was fighting clay Alex grabbed George's stuff and packed it with his, he then started packing me and nicks stuff until Nick told him he could pack the rest. I think you know what happened after I let go of George.

(George's pov)
Why didn't Nick let me help clay? Why did I hit clay? Why did I want to help him? He hurt me and yelled at me. God I feel awful right now, I'm completely hungover and I need something to eat.

"You okay gogy? Are your legs okay?" I heard nick ask looking away from the road for a split second to look at me.

"My legs? What happened to my legs?" I asked him looking down at my legs.

No one said anything.

"..... George, we need to talk" nick said not looking away from the road.

When we got to the dinner and sat down Nick told me everything.

"So, Clay isn't as perfect as you think... when you guys would playfully fight he wasn't always playing. He would use fake fights as a way to get his anger out, he would hit you until you stopped hitting him, I guess last night was his final straw." Nick said to me with trying eyes.

"As you know, me and him have the same job. Well, we don't like to talk about our job because it's stressful, it fills us with stress and rage. Our boss is awful and the customers are worse. He gets the worst heat from our boss and isn't able to take it out on our boss so he takes it out on you." Alex said putting his hand onto mine.

"When you would um, cut yourself because of him we all worried about you, and last night... he found out and then you kissed me... he lost it." Karl ment.

"I- so it is my fault then? I made him feel bad for hurting me, I kissed karl, and I'm the reason he got hurt. I'm sorry you guys, you don't have to stay with me." I replied crying.

Karl just wrapped his arms around me and tried to make me feel better.

"Listen George, it wasn't your fault. Do you still want to know what happened?" Nick said to me some what sternly.
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The next part is going to be that night, idk if I'm going to put it in someone's pov or if I'm going to write it in 3rd person. 762 words