Stabs At The Heart || ONGOING || Dnf

{Chapter 19} Moonlight

After a hot bath and treating my wounds, I laid my head on Clay's chest. We were resting on his king size bed while enjoying a peaceful silence. Words weren't needed in a moment like this.

I glanced at the clock across his room, the time was 11:38 pm. The thought of going back to school tomorrow annoyed me. Hopefully after the weekend Karl wouldn't be so mad at me. Maybe he would even let me explain myself.

"Clay darling im home!" screamed a voice from downstairs, followed by the front door slamming shut. Clay sighed with annoyance as he sat up from the bed. "I'll be right back," he said to me before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

For a while I heard muffled talking, which then turned into screaming. It wouldn't hurt if I eavesdropped on the conversation so I crawled off the bed and slowly crept onto the floor. There I sat and leaned against the bedroom door as I listened quietly.

"Why the fuck do you have to come home drunk!?" yelled a voice that seemed to be Clays.

"Oh shush. Your father isn't home so it's no big deal," said the drunken person. The two feuded back and forth about each other's behavior. At this point I could tell that she was a woman, most likely Clay's mother.

"Why are you making a fuss about it? Do you have a girl over?" I could hear the smile in her voice as she asked that. Then Clay whispered something to her which only caused more excitement in her voice.

I got up and panicked on where to hide as I heard footsteps approaching up the stairs. "I'm telling you, nobody is in my room," Clay said loudly, signaling me to hide from his mother.

~~~~Clays POV~~~~

My mother slammed the door open. She slowly stepped inside the room and looked around for any signs of someone in there. I followed after her and tried to spot where George had gone.

"I guess you were telling the truth," my mother said, disappointed. I simply smiled and led her downstairs for her to get settled in. About 20 minutes later, when she passed out on the couch, I went back upstairs to check on George.

Once in the room, I called out for him and he got out from underneath my bed. I laughed because he was covered in dust and had cobwebs in his hair. At first I hesitated, but then ruffled my hand through his hair and he shook the dust off himself.

"So do I stay in your room til tomorrow morning or what?" he asked.

"My mom disappears early in the morning around 6 so we'll leave for school at 8. Of course we'll take my car."

"What if someone sees us together?" I didn't really think of that. A part of me doesn't care if people spot us together, but what if my friends see us. They'll think I'm fucking crazy.

"I can drop you off a couple blocks away," I said. It felt like we were in a secret relationship but that would be ridiculous.

George and I laid back down on the bed and began talking. I loved the way his eyes turned hazel under the moonlight, I think there was a hint of green in there too. They were spectacular.

And George, he himself was astonishing. When he spoke my heart melted. And whenever I was with him I felt this urge to learn everything about him.

These past few days have been wonderful, but I still didn't understand how he was able to forgive me for what I did. Guilt filled my heart and mind whenever I thought of him. I didn't deserve to have him in my life, so us getting this close meant the world to me.

As amazed as I am from him, we can only be friends. And I have to put my unsure feelings to the side.