bakery boy // dnf

chapter two : george

georges pov :

tomorrow was my first day at my new job. it was a bakery a few streets over from mine.

i lay down in my bed, sort of stressed. i was only a waitress, ive waited many tables before, i used to work at a diner. but i was still nervous, i was gonna be there when they opened, the bakery would probably be filled with people.

my boyfriend, jacob (filler character!) sits beside me on the bed, not touching me, or comforting me, just sitting there, in silence.

not even a comfortable silence, it was tense and uncomfortable, i didnt know why, but it was. he used to look at me with love in his eyes, as if i was the most beautiful boy he'd ever seen, but he didnt look at me like that anymore, i felt he was falling out of love, but i felt attached.

i loved him, right? well, ive never said it. ive never told anyone other than family that i loved them. i had trouble expressing myself from parts of my childhood, and pasts relationships.

i felt like he was giving up on me, getting angry, getting impatient, getting, bored.

but i still loved him, didnt i?

my own thoughts were cut off from jacob. "babe?" he spoke up.

i look at him again, "mhm.?"

"im in the mood." he said sternly.

i feel my stomach twist.

right now? why right now? the second he'd touch me down there i feel like id throw up from nervousness, and stress.

"n-now?" i stutter out as a gulp, clutching my own hand, scared. i knew he wouldnt touch me without permission, right? im pretty sure.

"yeah, now." he rolled his eyes. i shakily sigh, "im kinda stressed right now, i dont think i can."

he angrily rolled his eyes, scoffed, and left the room, slamming the door behind him.

i hurriedly got up and locked the door, jumping back into bed. i slam my head onto my hands as tears pour down my face. i drag the covers over my full body, letting more tears pour out.

but i still loved jacob, right?

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i woke up to my alarm. i dragged myself out of bed and over to my closet. they just told me to wear jeans, a black shirt, and no jacket. that was their akward dress code. i grabbed a pair of slightly baggy jeans, and a baggy black shirt. along with underwear and socks.

i jog myself to the shower, turning on the water, probably too hot than it should be.

whilst i let it warm up, i get stare at myself in the mirror, honestly, in disgust.

i was never to fond of the way i looked. i dont like my eyes, nose, mouth, cheeks, hair, or even my body. i hate my waist, legs, arms, fingers, everything.

ive never been told i was beautiful or handsome, so criticizing myself was all i knew, i mean, even jacob told me i was ugly, but i still love him, right?

anyway, i undress myself and jump in the shower, letting the scorching hot water fall from my hair, down my back, and flow through the drain.

i do normal shower stuff then step out, shaking the water out of my hair as i wrap a towel around my waist.

i dry myself off, then quickly get dressed.

i check the time, i have about 15 minutes before i have to head out for work. my first day.

all of the anxiety and stress from starting a mew job came back to me.

i started hyperventilating and almost threw up, but then jacob walked up behind me.

"babe." he said sternly, almost angrily

"ye-yeah?.." i stuttered back, trying to calm myself.

"how about now?" he said in a low voice as he wrapped his arms around me, placing one hand on my crotch. i jump away from him as a look of disgust finds its way to my face. "n-no! i have work soon and im not in the mood." i explain to him, worried for his response.

"your boring george, and ugly." he spits. i nod at him, the abuse from him was a normal occurrence.

he pats my head as he walks off, rolling his eyes and mumbling insults under his breath.

i sigh, grabbing my phone and keys, heading out to my car.

my small pale hands wrap around the steering wheel as a tear rolls down my face.

i still love him, right?

i push those thoughts away, of course i loved him. we have been together for 3 years, i do love him. no questions asked. hes the love of my life.

all of that aside, i pull up the directions to the bakery, ready to start my new job.

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shorter chapter, but this is georges story/personal life, anyway happy reading !