Strangers. (DNF College AU)

Chapter 16: Hug.

♡George pov♡

"You said something before you passed out." I mumbled.

"Like what?" He asked.

"You said you remembered something you didn't want to remember. Something from when you were younger. I asked you to tell me but then you passed out." I explained.

He nodded and sighed.

"When we went to the park with the pretty stars, I left it out on purpose. I didn't want you to know. It was something I didn't want to remember. It's what really pushed me to attempt." He said.

"Do you want to tell me now? You don't have to." I told him.

He nodded.

"I got some sort of flashbacks when I was in my bathroom yesterday. I had cut myself pretty bad. Once I remembered what happened, it wouldn't go away. I needed it to go away. I didn't want to fucking think about it." He ranted.

I carefully grabbed his hand and intertwined our fingers.

"I-Something bad happened when I was in sixth grade. Something really bad." He admitted.

I gently rubbed my thumb against the back of his hand. He took a deep breathe.

"My school principal molested me. Almost every day unless he was busy. I was kept in from recess. Nobody noticed because it's not like I had anybody to play with. I was put in a class for kids with disabilities. Kids similiar to me. The middle school didn't have cameras, so it's not like I had proof. The first time it happened, I came home and told my parents. They didn't care so I went to Sapnaps house. His sister Laney comforted me and urged me to talk to cops." He explained.

Oh my god. He was younger than me when things like that happened to him. I was fifteen. He was only twelve.

"I didn't want to talk to them. It was overwhelming, and I didn't like how they talked to me. The principal ended up doing those things to me all through middle school. When I was eighteen and a senior, he moved to be the principal at the high school. I just tried my best to avoid him. It only worked for a couple of days." He told me.

I nodded, urging him to continue.

"I had to stay after school to finish a paper. He saw me walking down the hallway. He said my name, and my whole body froze. He touched my shoulder and hip. I don't know what came over me, but I just punched him. I yelled at him. I told him that he ruined my life. Other teachers heard the commotion, and they came over to help him. One was calling the police. There was blood on my hand, and I was crying. I didn't even realize I was crying." He said.

He leaned his head against my shoulder and took a deep breath.

"I went to the guidance counselors room. She was one of the few adults I trusted. I had previously told her about what happened when I was younger. She also helped with a lot of things about my autism. She helped me understand social situations better. She taught me how to deal with sensory problems and overstimulation. She really was an amazing person and I think about her a lot. She's a big reason why I'm able to control so many aspects of my autism." He ranted.

"I didn't even know when I first met you." I pointed out.

"If you would've met me in high school or middle school, you would've known. It was awful back then. Obviously, I didn't really realize I was making people uncomfortable, but now I know how to handle situations better. I just wish some of those people from high school would've realized that I was similar to them. I liked football and being around people. They only ever looked at me weird or called me names. I can't tell you the amount of times I got called a retard during my years in school." He said.