George's pov
I watch as clay pulls out a vape and puts the tip in his mouth.
Then he blows out the smoke into the air.
A tear leaves my eye.
"Don't cry" clay whispers.
"Please don't fucking cry" he say and runs his fingers through his hair.
My breath hitches and I bite my thumb to try to stop crying.
Clay grabs my hand and pulls me up.
He sits on the couch and pulls me next to him.
I begin to cry, he pulls then blank over me.
"Stop crying" he whispers.
I put my head back and try to stop crying.
I rest my head on clays shoulder.
He puts an arm around me to comfort me then he turns the tv on.
He opens Netflix and starts the series he's started watching.
Clay moves his hand up my waist then back down.
After a little I do stop crying.
I look over at clays face.
"What?" He whispers not looking at me, "nothing" I whisper.
He looks at me.
I stare at his face, studying it slowly.
He looks back at the tv.
He stands up taking the blanket and walking into the kitchen.
He pours himself a glass on water then drinks it.
I watch as he does.
"Do you want a drink?" He asks.
I nod slowly and he grabs another glass and fills it with water.
I watch his face the whole time.
I don't know why I can't stop looking at his face.
He looks up at me as he walks over and hands me a glass on water then he sits on the end of the couch and cuddles into the blanket.
I sit on the other end, the cold making me shiver a little.
I can feel Clays eyes on me.
Then I feel his blanket hit the side of my face.
"It's not even that cold" clay says, "it is" I whisper and wrap the blanket around me.
I lay down but make sure my legs don't touch clay.
I close my eyes, sleep slowly takes over my body.
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kidnapper // dreamnotfound
FanfictionGeorge goes missing some day, no one knows where he's gone, no trail of clues. he was soon reported as missing. there's only 3 people who know the truth who are th kidnappers themselves. will George ever come back?
