everything i wanted- DNF Fanfiction

~ still feel. ~

*sexual assault*
{aw lawd he commin}

The next thing George knew, Nick was guiding him up the stairs of a big house. "Where are we?" Nick opened the door to a room with black walls and lots of sports posters and trophies. "My room." Nick sat him on the bed.

"I wanna go home." George began to stand before he was pushed back down, "You will, I promise. Let me just get you some water." He jogged downstairs into the kitchen. George looked for his phone but couldn't find it, "Fuck." He whispered. Nick returned with a glass of water, handing it to George. He downed most of it, surprised at how thirsty he was. Nick took the glass and set it on his bedside table.

"Feeling better?" He rubbed circles into George's back. "Yeah... why are you being nice to me?" Nick shrugged, "I told you, I wanna start over. Someone has to take the first step." George wanted to believe him but he was still very shaken up. His stomach turned and he felt woozy. He groaned, "My head is spinning like crazy." He laid down on the bed. George's vision began to blur.

"Too much booze, I guess." Nick got up and closed his door, walking back to George. "I should really go back to my dorm." He tried to stand up again but his legs felt paralyzed. The panic began to set in, "Nick, did you..?" George could hear a malicious laugh, "So soon, George?"

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Clay bursted through the front door, shuffling through people, all while trying to be semi-polite. He walked to the kitchen to find Alex leaning casually against the counter. "Alex, have you seen George?" He shrugged, "I saw him earlier but he left with someone. You guys in an open relationship?" Clay cursed under his breath, "No, thank you, Alex." Clay dashed back out the door and into his car.

"Please, for the love of god, be there." Clay sped to Nick's house, drifting on most of the curves just to get there. He ran up to the door and opened it quietly.

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George kicked Nick away, standing up quickly and nearly falling to the floor, stabling himself with his hands on his knees. He made his way to the door but his vision skewed when he was tugged backwards. "You bitch," Nick tossed him back onto the bed, straddling George's waist, "you're certainly a fighter." He cupped George's jaw and kissed him aggressively.

George squeaked, biting Nick's lip and spitting in his face when he backed away. He slapped Nick in the face but was stopped when Nick pinned his wrists above his head with one hand, slapping George before grabbing his face. They both stopped struggling when they heard the front door open. As Nick looked back, George shoved him off. He screamed for help until Nick covered his mouth with his hand. Fast footsteps could be heard racing up stairs and towards the door.

Clay opened the door and saw George in Nick's arms, struggling with tears in his eyes. "Clay-!" Nick covered his mouth again, "You really are obsessed. The rumors began to spread but Jesus Christ." Clay furrowed his brow, "At least I never tried to rape him. Multiple times." Nick tightened his grasp on George. "Why do you want him that bad? All you're gonna do is abuse him— why don't you find someone else?"

Nick spit blood into the carpet from his lip, "Because there is no one else I want. Besides, I've gone too far now to call it quits." Nick aggressively cupped George's face, making him whine. "I mean, surely you can understand my infatuation with him. It's just the same as yours."

"I'm not a lunatic." Clay countered. "Oh sure, keep telling yourself that, freak. You're a psychopath. Just like Jeffrey Dahmer, you just haven't gotten to the taxidermy and rotting fridge yet." Clay took a deep breath as he tried to restrain himself, "Is there something I can do so that you won't hurt him?"

Nick hummed in thought, "I have George," he looked at George and slowly moved his hand to squeeze his throat, "and that's all I really want. So, not real-" Clay lunged at them, prying Nick's arms apart and setting George free. He was gasping as he stumbled to the other side of the room. Nick punched Clay in the face, making him stumble back as well.

"Do you want him or me, Clay?" Nick asked as he opened up the window, "He's gonna need someone to watch him once that pill sets in." Clay looked back at George who was on the ground, swaying his head back and floor as if he was dizzy. He looked back at the window and Nick was gone.

"George? George, can you look at me?" Clay lifted his chin as George lazily opened his eyes, "I'm so tired, Clay. Take me home." Clay ran his fingers over George's hair before picking him up. He walked out the door and placed George in the backseat. "Lay down, I'll call Karl to take care of you."

"No, nooo." Clay furrowed his brow, "What do you mean 'no'?" George splayed himself out over the backseat, "Take me home." Clay sighed, "George, your parents live in England."

"Your home."

Clay raised his brows. He shouldn't. But he wanted to. But he shouldn't... but he did.

Clay slowly placed George on his bed, pulling the covers over him. "Try not to sleep, I'm going to get you some water." Clay jogged downstairs and got a a cold glass of water and a bowl of ice water. He found a straw and placed it in the cup, tilting George's head up so that he could drink it.

"I need you to dunk your face in here." George whined at the bowl of water. "Please, George. It'll help counteract some of the effects." George looked at him before slowly sitting up. "Thank you." Clay held the bowl up and George slowly put his face in. He sat back and blinked several times. "...a little better."

"Good. Good, do you wanna go again?" Clay asked as he raised the bowl but George shook his head, "Sleep." Clay nodded as he dried off George's face with a cloth, "Okay. Go to sleep." George took his wrist weakly, "Stay with me?" He took a deep breath, "I'm scared." Clay smiled softly, "Of course." He placed the bowl of water on the floor and gently climbed into the bed. George leaned against him as Clay slowly stroked his hair.

"I'm still mad at you."

"I know. Could you ever forgive me?"

"...I'm trying."

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{Vote or whatever. Second part yaya. I think I'm getting back into writing but I've been sick and out of school so... that'll probably change!}
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