Family. (DNF angst)

Chapter 6: Tired.

♡George pov♡

I woke up and nuzzled closer to whoever I had fallen asleep with.

"Are you awake?" Karl asked softly.

"Mhm." I mumbled.

I slowly opened my eyes. My head was on his chest, and his arm was around me.

"How long was I asleep for?" I asked.

"All night and all of this morning." Karl replied.

Oh fuck.

I quickly sat up. The blonde from earlier was sitting in a chair with Rose in his lap. She was asleep.

"Fuck. I didn't go home last night. I need to go." I said.

I got off the bed.

"George, are you sure? You don't have to." Karl told me.

"Yes, I do. He- He- I need to go." I stuttered.

I took Rose from the blonde and quickly left the room. I went down several hallways and through the waiting room. I left the hospital and put Rose in her car seat.

She's still asleep. Good.

I buckled her and got in my car. I started it and began the drive home.

I'm so fucked.

♡Clay pov♡

"Hey Karl, how'd you meet that guy?" I asked.

"We ran into each, literally, and we were both crying. He came over and we talked about our problems together." He told me.

"Do you know why he has so many bruises? Who hurt him?" I asked.

"It's not my place to speak about it. He's gonna be okay, though." He said.

"I tried to ask his daughter, but she wouldn't tell me. She said she wasn't allowed. Does someone hurt them? Is that why he had to leave?" I asked.

Karl sighed and nodded.

"There's gonna be a cop scoping out the house within these next couple of days, so if they see or hear anything, they can step in." He explained.

"Is it his girlfriend or something? I asked.

"Boyfriend." Karl corrected me.

I nodded.

That's so awful. No wonder he was so anxious and quiet. He probably wasn't supposed to be here.

♡George pov♡

I walked in the front door and set Rose down.

"Go to your room." I demanded.

She did as I asked. I slowly began to walk down the hall to our room. I opened the door, and he sat on the edge of the bed. I shut the door behind me. It was quiet for a minute.

"Are you cheating on me?" He asked.

"What? No. Of course not." I replied.

"Where the fuck were you then?" He asked angrily.

He stood up from the bed and walked over to me.

"Don't lie to me, George." He muttered.

"M-My friend got hurt, and I-I went to see her in the hospital." I stuttered.

"Give me your phone." He demanded.

I felt my heart drop. He took it out of my pocket and unlocked it. He began looking through it. His face turned angry, and he chucked it at the wall. I covered my mouth with my hand. He slapped me across the face.