Promises ||Dreamnotfound/Geam||

04- Your worth it.

《Tws:》basically just him opening up about a lot of things, so any triggers from previous chapters are most likely.
Thoughts, self-harm, abuse, suicidal thoughts, alcohol, smoking, thoughts off being fat and unwanted, break downs, pulling hair, etc.

[George's pov:]

"We need to talk."

Clays words cut the air in half. It was so tense, my brain racked for things to say.

"Hey, breathe, georgie, okay?" I nodded as he carried on, "im going to ask you so questions, you answer them if your comfortable to do so, i won't judge you or care, i uh have a friend who goes through alot so i honestly dont judge."

I nodded and fiddled with my sleeves as he brought me half into a hug, more just me being comfy in his arms, still.

"Okay, to start with, do you trust me?" He asks in his handsome yet soothing voice. I nodded into his chest as he smiled into my broken hair.

"Okay, that's a good start! Next, remember, if you're uncomfortable, just tap my hand 3 times or something. Okay?" He said while playing with my hair. Half of it had been torn out and destroyed from breakdowns or my father. Some bits were even burnt from my lighter.

"So, you passed out in my bathroom, you were this thick hoodie when you're sweating, and when you got sad, you just went to the bathroom.. George. Do you self-harm?" I felt my body tense up, and my eyes go watery. I shook my head and then turned it into a nod as i sniffled.

"George, take off your hoodie. I won't care nor look. I'm not like that. Im not letting you overheat over being scared, okay?" He asked, his voice still calm but yet with a hint of fear.

I was fed up and exhausted. I pulled the hoodie over my head and let my arms fall out of the sleeves. I placed it next to me and sniffled. I mumbled a 'sorry', which was so quiet i could tell if it was hearable.

"Dont be okay? You still look precious and beautiful." He smiled as my heart skipped a beat. I smiled into his chest as he moved me more onto his lap.

"All the bruises...was that you to?" I wasn't ready to tell him. Nor anyone for that fact. I slowly tapped his hand three times, and he nodded.
"Okay, that's okay. Okay, i think that's all the questions. Is there anything else you need or want to tell me?" He said, his hands moving down my arms, making me feel welcomed for once. I shook my head and didn't let go of his embrace.

My head span and thoughts re appeard. I tried to ignore them till they got to me, telling me how fat i was, how no one loved me, how i was attention seeking, how in the end ill be six feet under with  no ones tears covering my coffin. Fuck that i wont even get a coffin, ill get thrown into a lake by some old guy who's on minimum wage.

"I have to get home soon." I sniffled into dreams chest as he rubbed my back.

"It'll be okay. Can i drop you off?" I nodded reluctantly as i put my hoodie back on, gripping onto clays hand after. Suddenly, i felt like whenever i was near clay, i needed the physical touch. It made the thoughts come slower and less painful.

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We were both in the car now, clay screaming to some shitty song on the radio. I just bounced my leg to the rhythm off the beat but turned it down as we reached my neighbourhood.

"Ill see you at school on monday, i have family plans for tomorrow sorry, goodbye dream!" I quickly managed to get out before he rambled something about how he was proud off me and would always be there. I smiled, thanked him, and quickly got home. As soon as i cracked open the front door, i heard screaming and the stench of the liqior in his hands.