walks // dreamnotfound

~13~

George's pov

I get pulled back into reality by throwing up in the toilet.

I breath heavily standing up not really knowing where I am.

Scared that the glass bottle will fly my way again.

It doesn't, instead clays stands infront of me, I know he's talking to me but I can't hear him over my parents shouting at me.

"Slap me" I whisper, I can't get back into reality.

I hear clays faint "what? No?"

"Fuck, slap me clay" I say louder, I don't feel it.

"SLAP ME" I yell as tears leave my eyes, all I can see is blurriness.

I feel a hand hit my cheek, slapping me.

Not hard.

I close my eyes then open them, I can no longer hear my parents shouting but clay.

"George?" He whispers, I wrap my arms around his neck tightly, he hugs me back.

I begin to cry.

"George it's ok, you only throwed up" clay whisper running his hand through my hair.

"But it wasn't, they were shouting a-and I could see" I sob,

"No one was shouting" he whispers, "my parents clay, my fucking parents, they got mad at me a-and they hurt me" I sob, I don't really know what I'm saying now.

"How did they hurt you george?" I pull away, "how do you think clay?!, verbally, no, they hit me" I sob loudly.

Nicks pov

I hear someone throw up.

"What the fuck?" I whisper, "George, it's George, he has a really bad ed" karl quickly says, "what?" I say standing, karl grabs my hand, "if you go up there it'll only make him feel worse" karl whispers.

Clays pov

They hit him.

"I'm so sorry george, no one deserves that sort of punishment-"

"Shut up" he sobs, tears leaving his eyes and he covers his ears with his hands.

I grab his hands and remove his ears, he let's me.

"I'm sorry" he whispers, "shhhh" I shush him calmly.

"It's ok George" I whisper, "but it's not, I'm a horrible person" he says.

I shake my head, "don't ever think that George, your one of the best people I've ever met" I whisper quickly.

"That's what everyone says" he shakes his head, I reach for his hand but he pulls his hand away from me.

"George come on, this is just what your heads telling you, it's not true" I whisper cupping his cheeks.

He takes deep breaths, he places his hand on mine then steps towards me and rests his head on my chest, I wrap my arms around him tightly and walk backwards into my bedroom.

He walks with me and I lower myself on the bed and lay down pulling him on top of me.

I reach for the bowel of pasta then put it on the bedside table.

I run my hand through his hair as he crys.

He moves to the side of me and lays next to me with his head on my chest and his arms still around my neck.

I wrap my arm under him and on his waist, "please don't leave me" he whispers.

"I was never planning on doing such a thing" I whisper and my other hand on his cheek, wiping his tears as they fall.

He calms down after a while, "do you wanna go back downstairs?" I whisper.

He shakes his head.

George's pov

I can't.

Not when they probably heard anything.

"Well I gotta go downstairs" clay whispers sitting up, I groan, I sit up next to him and rest my head on his shoulder wrap my arm around his waist.

"Do you think they heard?" I whisper, "if they did they wouldn't say anything" clay whispers, he pulls out his phone, he opens a text with nick, I think thats the friend downstairs.

'You guys ok?' The text reads.

'Yep, we're coming down in a sec' clay replys.

He gets off the bed and I do too slowly.

I hold clays hand tightly, "George it's fine" clay smiles down at me, we wall downstairs together, entering the living room I stay quiet and close by clay.

"Hope you didn't have sex" nick says, I can't help and laugh a little, "oh my gosh, fuck you" clay laughs.