Slimey walls, torn sofa's and cracked floor boards, I had definetly seen it all. As I sniffed up, my nostrils were approached by a toxic smell of a sewage. I took a step forward, flinching a little at the creeking sound the floor board made. George looked at me and placed a gentle hand on my arm, concern filled in his beautiful eye's.
"Are you alright?" He asked, he had such a gentle voice and to match, an angelic face. My eye's had turned upwards from the floor to his face. I scanned his expressions, then his eye lashes. My heart made a kind of deep drop as I watched how gently his eyelashes fluttered to reveal a gleaming pair of eyes. I gulped, fixing my gaze on the floor and nodding.
"You don't talk." He chuckled anxeously, shaking his head and backing away a bit, then taking a few steps forward, "Why is that? Are you scared of me? You should know that i'm not actually that scary. Yes I may have done some bad things but I've been forced into them. I would never, ever want to hurt you, I mean -"
"I'm not afraid of you." I breathed. All of a sudden his head shot up.
"Y-you aren't?" His eye's widened. Obviously his eye's were my favorite thing about him, so I instantly became captivated. I starred deeply into them as he did the same, walking closer to me so we were just inches away. I shook my head slowly and his eye's seemed to soften.
"No. Why would I be?" I tilted my head. "You saved me."
"I didn't save you." He replied, a smile curving the corners of his full lips. My eye's began to trace down to his lips. They were unbelivable, so plump and irresistable, just like the rest of him.
"Oh yeah? Then what did you do?" I smirked.
"I just took you out of the house whilst my crazy friends decided to trash it." He smiled, shrugging his shoulders and empysising the 'friends' as if it was a sarcastic remark.
"They trashed it?" My voice got quieter. I suddenly felt a large hole slowly eating up my stomach, making my wounds more visable in my facial expressions. His face seemed to drop, taking one more step forward. He slowly lifted his hand up and fixed his fingers inbetween mine.
"You didn't deserve it." He told me lightly, shaking his head, letting his mousy brown hair sway softly. A few seconds of silence passed, the only communication going on was our fixed eye contact and the holding of our hands. Then all at once I just broke down. My eye's began to pour rapidly as I winced in pain. I let go of his hand and crashed into his body, wrapping my arms tight around his waist as I cried into his chest, turning my head so I was weeping into his hoodie.
"My house." I cried hard, my voice straining slightly, "My furnature, my clothes, my everything. It's all gone. It's all ruined!" My crying became harder. The sudden feel of soft hands began to stroke my hair gently, a spare arm wrapping around my waist so my body was onto his.
"Shh, shh. It's all going to be okay. I'll look after you and give you all you need. You won't even need anything, because I'll be your everything for aslong as you need. I won't leave you, I promise." George whispered, rocking my body lightly with his to sooth me. Although we were in an abandoned warehouse I felt so safe with him in his tight, protective grip. His hair fell loosely ontop of my head as he kissed it tenderly.
"Please don't go." I wept into his hoodie. His nose grazed the top of my forehead as he moved his head so his chin was resting against my shoulder.
"I'll never go." He whispered.
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This City - A George Shelley Fanfic
Teen Fiction{book 2} I was bullied, knocked down to the ground. So depressed in my own self obsession that I cut my own body, I thought death was the only answer. But he changed me. Sexual desire, a profoundly tender passionate affection, adoration. I felt i...
