You're The Boss (DreamNotFound)

Screw your hate (George Pov)

Warning/notes: content warning: Swearing, threats of violence towards a woman/men, homophobic slurs/hate, and mention of abuse due to sexuality. Readers discretion advised!

If you do not feel safe or Ok reading this part for any reason please skip to the end for the end notes/summary.

I want to once again state as a gay man, I do not stand behind nor approve of homophobia or ANY kind of discrimination towards ANYONE! This is only for story purposes!

If anyone is hurt or upset by this chapter I do apologies and promise this is not what the whole story is about only a part.

I hope you enjoy.

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George Pov:

I was still shaking as I stood by the library. I had never been able to take criticism due to how I was brought up. However it was always bad when someone was homophobic towards me. I wasn't prepared to deal with this stuff out of the blue. Normally I would just let people's rude comments about other people roll of my back, but this time I couldn't.

So like an idiot I spoke up and it resulted in the woman snapping at me and denying me the food I needed for my children. I knew not all religious people were like that, but it seemed the majority I ran into were the homophobic type and not the loving type.

I didn't know what to do. Karl was talking to me on the phone and I couldn't say a thing in return. All I could do was listen to him try to calm me down. I knew having a panic attack right here and now would be terrible. There was no one I knew around, and the thought of strangers staring and judging me. I wanted to just relax and calm down but I couldn't forget the look in that woman's eyes.

She looked so disgusted with me. As if I was the most filthiest thing she had ever seen in her life. I didn't tell a lot of people about my sexuality due to this, the fact so many people would react like T-total assholes. I didn't even tell my kids out of fear of them being treated differently at school if they told their classmates or teachers, 'Hey my daddy's likes other daddies or other boys.'

I just shook my head feeling my head cloud over. I was so scared that woman or one of the men at the church would come find me and hurt me. I'm no stranger to physical violence due to my sexuality. However I really didn't want to think about that time in my life, So I tried instead to focus on the sound of Karl's voice.

"George everything is going to be OK. Listen to me stay in a public place do NOT go anywhere with anyone and don't go anywhere private until Sap and I get there understand!" I nodded quickly realizing he couldn't see and managed a squeak of an OK. I hates feeling like this but I was so scared. I figured that woman wouldn't do anything but the memories kept coming back.

Memories of being slapped and kicked. being called worthless and trash. Being told I should have 'never been born if all I was going to do was be a worthless fag'. The countless hours of being beaten and cussed out for simply being me. I choked back a sob rising in my throat and fought back against the tears welling up in my eyes.

A few tears escaped and a sob also found it's way out. Suddenly a gentle hand was on my shoulder.

"Oh my god are you like OK? Hannah get over here this poor guy needs help!"

I looked to my side and was met with a concerned blond haired woman with dark brown eyes. Before I could speak another woman ran over. She had long brown hair and looked slightly older then the blond. Her gray eyes looked into my dark brown ones and she put a hand on my other shoulder.

"Hey listen to me everything is going to be OK, OK? Just calm down and breath for me alright?"

I didn't even notice my breathing was becoming erratic. I was on the verge of another panic attack. I started breathing more easy and the two women smiled at me gently. After a few minutes I was back to normal but still upset.