Promises ||Dreamnotfound/Geam||

01- Moving?

《Tws:》mention if blood, mention of ripping of limbs, throwing up, abuse (verbal, physical), swearing

[George's pov:]

The dreadful screach of my phone woke me up from my slumber. I opened my eyes and hissed at the light as my cold fingers fumbled across my phone screen, trying to find the 'dissmiss' button. Eventually, i was successful and pulled the sheets over my head. Five more minutes never hurt.

My eyes fluttered, closed again, and all remained back to peacefulness.

"GEORGE HENRY DAVIDSON. WHERE ARE YOU, I SWEAR BOY IF YOUR NOT AT LEAST IN THAT SHOWER -" I could hear my dad's yells increasing in volume as i sat up and quickly began making myself look like i hadn't just nearly fell asleep again. My brain throbbed from standing up so quickly, but i had no time to cry over it.

The creaky wooden door was slammed open, making the mark on the wall larger. I flinched at the noise and eventually looked him straight in the eyes.

"GAH. I DONT EVEN KNOW WHY I TRY WITH YOU. GEORGE -" He said with full lungs.

My mother cut him off. My mum had always been the nicer parent, even if she had done some bad things. She was trying to change, and i could tell.

She put a hand on my dad's chest and walked in front of him.
"What your father is trying to say is that we are moving. you're not going to school tomorrow. We are moving tomorrow. Im sorry we couldn't tell you soon - "

"Yea yea enough of that bullshit, we didn't want to tell you as we didn't want your pathetic ass getting tears everywhere, pack your shit. No more than 1 suitcase, you'll have new furniture when you get there."

I looked around my room as my jaw hung open. We moved not that long ago to Australia for my dad's business. Why couldn't we have just stayed in Britain.

My thoughts got cut off by the loud bang of the door as it slammed into the frame. I'm still shocked that it's not broken.

I saw the black suitcase that had been dumped by the door. The suitcase was tiny, how the fuck was i meant to fit my whole life into a half sized suitcase.

I groaned in annoyance as i shoved the case on my bed. I packed the essentials and didn't worry about a lot else. I packed most of my clothes as i only had a few outfits anyway, i packed most of the things from my bathroom, and then i packed my favourite stuffed dinosaur i had from my blood related grandma. I sniffled just at the thought of her as i packed him. I packed a few other bits, sacrificing others however.

I did up the suitcase and shoved it on the floor. I led on my back on my bed, staring at my ceiling. It all suddenly sank in. No more of my friends, no more of my stray animals i found on my way to school. No more anything. They didn't even tell me where we were moving.

I sniffled and banged my head against the wall in frustration, although i immediately regretted my decision and sat forward on my bed, holding my head in my hands as blood was smeared on my wall.

The door creaked open, and i quickly shot an eye in that direction.

"Hey honey, it's okay. it's just me." My mums soothing voice calmed me down as she sat next to me.

"Im really sorry," she continued, "i didn't want to move either, i promise you this will be the last time we do move. We are going to America, Florida. You're going to this high rated school, and it seems like a nice area. The school is called Craft Academy. Also, i heard a small bang. Is everything okay?"

"Everythings fine, just bashed my head. Thank you for telling me, can you try stall dad away from me today, i dont really want to deal with him."

"I'll try. I'll try. Have a nap you look sleep deprived." She said before kissing my head and then leaving, quietly closing the door.