Family. (DNF angst)

Chapter 3: Nightmare.

♡Clay pov♡

I was downstairs in the living room when I heard commotion. I looked back towards the stairs to see Karl holding his jacket. Sapnap was shirtless and yelling at him.

"Get out! What the fuck is wrong with you!?" Sap yelled.

Karl quickly got his shoes on and left the house. I stood up.

"Dude, what the hell? Why are you yelling at him?" I asked.

"He fucking slept over last night after I told him to go home because I was tired. I don't know why he can't stick to a simple fucking routine. I fuck him and he leaves. That's how it's always been." He ranted.

My phone buzzed.

●Karl: I'm sorry for involving you in this, but can you please tell Sapnap I'm sorry? I was really tired last night and I meant to leave but I fell asleep. I didn't mean to.

I showed Sapnap the text.

"Whatever. He can make it up to me next time I see him." He muttered.

"Sap, you should really start taking care of him after you guys do things." I stated.

"Why? He's just gonna catch feelings if I start acting all nice to him." He told me.

"Because he needs it. You've seen more of his body than I have, but I've seen enough to know about the scars on his wrists and thighs. I'm scared he's gonna relapse. He's been off lately." I explained.

"He's fine, Clay. If he didn't like it, he wouldn't keep coming back." He argued.

I don't think that's true.

♡George pov♡

I slowly opened my eyes, feeling my head pound. The house was quiet, meaning Tony was gone. I quickly pulled myself up.

"Rose!" I called out.

I heard a door open, and she stepped into the living room. She had a small bruise on the side of her face. I went over to her and picked her up. She clung to me. I left through the front door and began walking.

"Daddy, where are we going?" She mumbled into my shoulder.

"Somewhere else for now." I replied.

She nodded, and I walked a little faster, feeling anxious.

"Tony hit me." She stated.

I hugged her tighter, feeling my eyes water, blurring my vision. I ran right into someone, knocking them to the ground. I quickly blinked to clear my vision, the tears sliding down my face.

"Shit. Shit. I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" I asked.

He looked to be around my age with fluffy hair. His nails were painted purple. He looked up at me.

Fuck.

"Oh my god. I'm so so so sorry." I quickly apologized, offering my hand.

He's a CEO of some big company. I'm actually fucked.

He took my hand, and I pulled him up.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" I asked.

I noticed he was crying as well. He wiped his eyes.

"You're one to ask. Have you seen your face?" He replied.

"It's nothing." I assured him.

"I like your nails." Rose stated.

He looked down at his nails and smiled.

"Thank you." He replied.

Rose leaned her face back in my shoulder.