George's pov
It's been a week since what happened in clays bed and we haven't interacted once, we haven't even looked at eachother.
Although I've been sleeping in clays room due to his sister over, clays been sleeping on the couch.
Today, his sisters not here, she's out wih her friends, "how much longer is your sister gonna be here for?" I ask, "I don't know" clay sighs from the kitchen, I hug one of my knees as I flick through the Netflix shows on the couch.
"Is she bothering you?" Clay asks, "no, I just kind of want my room back" I say, "how much loner until I have to kick her out?" Clay says, "a week" I say, "george, you don't understand-"
"Help me then" I cut him off, "our dads abusive, he was fine for a while, sober, but now he's bad again, and it's not safe to send drista back there, I don't want her to go through what I had to" clay says.
I look over at him, "oh..I'm sorry" I say, "it's fine, I understand that she's in your room but dad could come any day and I need that lock because she can't defend herself against him and I can" clay says.
"What about me?" I ask, "I don't know george, it hasn't happened yet, it might not opefully but if it does I promise you won't get hurt" clay says looking back at me.
I stand and walk over to him, he looks stressed and upset.
I wrap my arms around his neck slowly, he doesn't hug back but then he gives in, wrapping his arms around my waist and leaning down to bury his head in my shoulder as he begins to cry.
"I'm so scared george, but I can't let her go through it, not like I did, because I don't want her to feel like there's no one to safe her, there is, me, im the only one" he sobs.
"I felt so helpless and pathetic, no one was there for me, not even mom, she just watched and cried, she always cried bur she never tried to stop him" clay says, "I'm so sorry clay, you dont deserve that" I whisper.
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George's pov
"George get up" I hear clays voice then someone saying my shoulders, I groan, but my eyes spring when I hear the angry shouting of "where is she you ungrateful brat, clay?" A man, older obviously.
Clay helps me out of the bed and rushes me into my room where his sister is, "lock the door and don't open it until your sure he's gone" clay says, "what about you?" I whisper, "I'll be fine" he lies because I see the fear and stress in his eyes.
He leans down and kisses my lips softly then pulls away and quickly walks off.
I close the bedroom door and lock it.
Me and drista sit on the ground leaning against the door hugging eachother and crying as we hear the smashing of things and shouting.
My brain is telling me to call the police but I can't move, "george, what about clay?" Drista sobs, "shhh, he's gonna be fine" I whisper shakily, but I'm only saying that to make her feel better.
Everything goes quiet when a door slams shut, I wait a minute, "I'm gonna go check on him" I whisper and stand then open the bedroom door then look out into he hallway.
I walk out and look around the flat, it's trashed and clays leaning against the counter with his head in his hands.
His knuckles are bruised and he stands up to look at me, his eye is red, nose bleeding and a cut of his bottom lip.
I walk over to him and wrap my arms around him tightly, he hugs back and presses my back against the counter, leaning on me for support.
I lean away to look at his face, a tear leaving his eye, "I'm sorry" he whispers cupping my cheeks and wiping my wet cheeks.
"Clay" drista says, clay wipes his tears, then walks drista and hugs her, she hugs back tightly.
A tear leaves my eye watching them, at clay trying to hold himself together and drista breaking down in his arms.
After half an hour, dristas friends picked her up so me and clay can clean up.
Clay sits on the couch with his legs across it and I sit on his lap facing him with a wet cloth as I clean the cuts on his face.
He winces and grips my thigh, "stop" he says turning his face away from me, "clay, stop" I sigh, "no, you stop, I didn't ask you to do this" he says annoyed.
I stare at him, suddenly hurt by what he said, "ok" i say quietly and go to get off him, "no, don't, stay, I'm sorry" he says placing his hands on my waist, "but-" he cuts me off, "I didn't mean that, I'm just....I dont know" he sighs, "I know" I whisper, "keep going" he says, I do then when im done I wrap my arms around his neck.
He hugs my waist and kisses my cheek, "I'm sorry if I was an asshole" he whispers, I lean away and look at him, "I don't except your apology" I smile, he let's a small smile then brushes my hair out of my eyes.
"What do I have to do to make it up to you?" He says playing with my hair softly, "I don't know, order me pizza" I shrug, "done" clay smiles and gets up, pushing me on the couch.
