George's pov
Wake up" I hear clays voice.
"George wake up" he repeats.
My head throbs with pain.
I groan and move my hands to my head.
I feel arms slip under me and lift me bridal style.
I wrap my arms around his neck and squeeze my eyes shut at my throbbing head.
5pm.
5pm.
5pm.
"Time?" I whisper, "4:23pm"
Ok it's fine.
I feel myself getting layed on the bed.
Then footsteps.
Then a minute later clays hands are on my shoulders lifting the top half my body and slipping a pillow under my head.
I wince and opens my eyes.
Clay daps a wet cloth under my nose.
I watch his face.
"How long is this going to take?" I whisper, "not long, why?" He whispers.
"I have to be somewhere" I whisper, "no you don't" he says, "I want to be somewhere before 5pm clay" I say.
"George, I can't let you out of the castle after 5pm" he shakes his head.
"Please clay" I whisper.
I feel tears in my eyes but I hold them in, "alright" he whispers and finishes cleaning me up then stands.
I sit up slowly then get off the bed.
"What's the time?" I whisper, "4:39pm? Are you meeting with someone?" He asks, "no" I say standing quickly and rushing down the hallways of the castle, clay follows.
I reach the kitchen bit I feel my hand grabbed stopping me from entering.
"What's the time now?" I ask, "4:50, why?" Clay asks.
I push his hand away from me and quickly walk into the kitchen rushing through it to the back door.
I open the back door then rush outside onto the lawn of the castle grounds.
I begin to run now, it's nearly past the sunset.
Shit.
I reach a fence and climb over it before clay can stop me because I know he will.
I run into the flower feild.
Full off all kinds of flowers.
I feel clay tightly grab my wrist tugging me back.
"No" I whisper, pulling back, "George I can't take you out of grounds" clay whispers.
"Please clay" I whisper.
He loosens his grip.
I walk into the feild more and sit in the grass.
I don't hear clay behind me.
"Hi, dad's an asshole, I thought you might want to know that you know?, I haven't cleaned my room since forever, John's kinds ignoring me and I kinda feel like a useless, idiot without you" I whisper so clay can't hear.
A tear leaves my eye.
"I wish you were here, dad's out of his mind, he hits me now, he burned all your things, I still have your ring though" I okay with the ring on my finger.
"Sometimes I still imagine you coming into my room" I laugh a little to try hold back my tears.
I bite my finger nail.
"I love you mum" I whisper.
Waiting to here her soft voice say it back but she never does.
Tears escape my eyes and I try to hold them in but it doesn't work.
My breathing becoming uneven.
I suddenly feel someone's hand on my shoulder.
I let out a painful loud, terrified scream while flinching.
Scream of sadness, fear, anger all built up.
But my mouth is covered, "shhhh" clay shushs my and I feel him sit behind me.
I fall back into his body and grip his top with dear life.
He holds my tightly.
"It's not fair" I sob, the sun is setting.
"It's not fucking fair" I sob, "why not me?" I add.
"George, it's ok" clay whispers.
"It's not ok" I shake my head gripping his shirt tighter, my fingers aching.
"George, listen to me, just breath" he whispers softly running his fingers through my hair.
He moves, "no, don't leave" I say, "I'm not" he whispers.
He pulls my on his lap, I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face in his shoulder.
He hugs me tightly and I try to stop crying.
After a while it works, it's no longer like light anymore.
I finally lean away and look at him, he looks up at me and I wipe my tears off my face.
I get off him and sit next to him.
We sit in silence for a while.
"Whyd you have to come here?" Clay whispers, "me and mum used to sneak put here to watch the sunset together most nights, onne day I didn't want to go so she went by herself and never come back" i whisper.
"I know that" he whispers, "how?" I ask, "you aren't very good at sneaking out" I say, "did you find her body?" I ask.
He nods, "what happened?" I ask, he looks at me, "let's go" he says standing.
"Clay, what happened to her? How did she die?" I ask urgently standing and grabbing his wrist stopping him.
"George it's late" he says ignoring me.
"Clay tell me, please, I want to know" I say.
"If I tell you there will not be a word from you about it, because I didn't tell you" he warns, I nod, he hesitates to speak.
"George, your mother shot herself" he whispers.
I go dead silent.
"That's not true" I whisper shaking my head, "you don't have to believe what I saw" he whispers.
I feel sick.
Like I'm going to pass out.
My legs feel like jely, I stumble but clay catches my arm pulls him towards him.
Then I pass out.
Again.
