Bad Cop // Dreamnotfound

~10~

George's pov

Another week passes.

I get home at around 7pm from karls house, Eric is sitting on a stool by the counter, "george?" He says, "yeah?" I answer, he stands, then a fist slams into my face, I stumble back.

"Your such a fucking slut" he says, I stand in shock, holding my hand to my cheek where he hit.

"Don't ever walk into my house again" he says slamming me against the wall, "what did I do?" I ask, "you fucked clay" he says slapping me in the face, "how many people have you had sex with while we were together?" I ask, tears falling from my eyes, "NONE?!" He shouts, "bullshit" I say as he punches me in the eye.

"Say it again and I'll kill you" he says, I fall to the ground, "i can't believe you would do this to me, I really do hope you die" he kicks me hard in the leg.

I fall on my side, hugging my waist as he begins to continusly kick and punch me.

Suddenly he grabs my arm and bends it back, I scream, "STOP" I say in pain, I feel the bone break.

He let's go of it then kicks me one last time and flees from the house, i lay on the ground crying in pain.

My arm aching with pain.

I spot my phone laying on the floor across the room.

I crawl over to it snd pick it up, typing the password into it then trying to remembers the number.

I quickly dial in clays phone number into my phone, i press the blury green button due to the tears filling my eyes.

It takes 4 rings for him to pick up.

"Hello?" Clays voice says from the other end of the phone, I can't get the words out of my mouth.

"Who is this?" Clay asks, "I didn't know who else to call" I manage to say, "george? What happened?" He says in a now worried and urgent tone, "he-can you come?" He let out a sob, "I'm coming" he says, "stay on the phone ok?" He says, "ok" I whisper, I slowly sit up, holding my arm to my stomach.

"Are you almost here?" I cry, "almost, hold on, it's gonna be ok" he says acting calmly.

I'm shaking so much and breathing shaky and heavily, I can hear him reassuring me through the phone but I can't pick it up due to how loud my breathing snd sobs are.

I hear a car pull up in the driveway.

Fair overwhelms me, "I'm here" he says and hangs up, I let out a shaky sigh of relief the front door opens and clay enters the house, I look up at him, "oh, george" he whispers quickly walking to me and kneeling down infront of me.

"Did he break anything?" He whispers, "I don't know" I whisper, tears streaming from my eyes, "whats wrong with your arm?" He asks, carefully taking it into his hands ifront of me and trying to bend it straight, I scream, again, "ok, george, im gonna need you to calm down, I have to take you to a hospital" he whispers, "no" I sob leaning into him, he sits down against the wall and pulls me onto his lap carefully.

"Don't take me to a hospital" I sob, "your arm might be broken, I have to george" he whispers kissing the top of my head.

He hugs me close to his now bare chest while I cry, his hand running through my hair, "your gonna be ok" he whispers, "he knows we had sex" I sob covering my eyes with my hand, he grabs my hands, "he had no right to do this to you, george, I hope you know you did nothing to deserve this" he whispers cupping my cheeks and holding my face up to look at his.

His thumbs wiping my tears but it's useless because more fall, "he doesnt deserve you george" his calm voice tells me, "just tell me 'I told you so' already" I sob, "no, im not that much of an asshole" he whispers, I stare up at him, he let's go if my face and pull my hoodie up revealing multiple bruises.

Then he puts it back down to cover my body and carefully stands, lifting me with him.