Worlds Collide: Multiverse of Y/N

Chapter 11 • Grief (LB)

❥Warning:
Includes strong language.

-Y/N's POV (London Boy)-
It's been two weeks since Nick passed. It's also been two weeks since an ambush has occurred.

Everywhere we went in public, Clay and George kept knives in their pockets, along with guns. They've also kept a close eye on all of their surroundings. Every person they spoke to, they didn't trust, not even a little bit.

Every person they interacted with, they treated like an enemy. It was heartbreaking to see how they acted around others now. Before, they would be cheery and bright, they would be calm, collected, but now they were on edge everyday.

Every single day, I trained Clay and George for hours at a time with breaks in between. They've come a long way in only two weeks.

But I knew deep down what they truly wanted was revenge, instead of justice.

One day after we were done training, Clay took a shower to wash off all his sweat from the work. So, that left George and I alone in the living room.

Y/N:
"How're you doing...?" I asked quietly while messing with the lid of my water bottle.

GEORGE:
"The same as I've been for two weeks..." He looked down, "Everywhere we go now, we have to watch our backs even more carefully than before...I'm sorry you've had to go through this for years..."

Y/N:
"It's okay...you guys made it better..." I lightly smiled.

He nodded slowly while staring at the coffee table with a blank expression.

Y/N:
"George..." I released a shaky breath out, "Do you remember the story I told y'all about Lucas and Amelia...?"

He nodded again while looking me in the eyes, giving me his full attention.

Y/N:
"I blamed myself for their deaths for so long but...all it did was cause me more pain and...it turned me into a really bitter person...I know you're still grieving Nick but...I see in you guys now what I saw in myself for the longest time..."

George swallowed hard.

Y/N:
"And that hurts because...that pain was awful...my anger was awful, all I wanted for years was revenge but...when it came down to it...the revenge didn't make me feel better..."

GEORGE:
"Y/N..." He sighed, but I interrupted.

Y/N:
"George...if you ever come face to face with Russ...I know you want justice for Nick but...don't let your anger shield your morality...because I know first hand that...you'll just become more angry at who you become..."

GEORGE:
"Y/N...it's because of Russ' goons that my best friend is dead in the first place..." He narrowed his eyes at me, "I don't care what I have to do...the old me did care but now...I feel like I'm gone with Nick too..."

That last sentence instantly made my heart fall. I frowned and immediately wrapped my arms around him, making him jump.

Y/N:
"George...I know what it's like to lose your best friend because I did...I blamed myself for years but at the end of the day George...I kept going...I kept going for my best friend...I wanted justice for her but deep down, I wanted revenge..."

GEORGE:
"Yeah I know, it didn't make anything better but Y/N...it'll make things better for me and Clay..."

I slowly let go of him to meet his gaze. His eyes were dull, lifeless. Looking into his chocolate brown eyes, I could tell he didn't feel anything anymore.

He didn't feel anything anymore because of me.

Y/N:
"I don't see how you don't hate me..." I adverted my gaze with a deepened frown.