Family. (DNF angst)

Chapter 13: Too Far.

♡Clay pov♡

Karl, Sapnap, and I were all downstairs in the living room when there was knocking on the door. I got up and walked over. I opened it and saw one of my guards there.

"What's up?" I asked.

"They're here for George." He told me.

I saw Rose's social worker and Rose. I smiled.

"They can come in." I told him.

He nodded and walked over to them.

"Karl, go get George. Rose is here." I stated.

Karl got up and ran upstairs. I invited the social worker and George's daughter into the house. Karl and George soon came downstairs. George smiled, and Rose ran over to him. George picked her up, hugging her tightly. Rose hugged him as well.

"I missed you, Daddy!" Rose exclaimed.

"I missed you too." George replied.

"George, you passed all our tests. Rose is all yours." The social worker said.

George smiled even wider. The social worker left, and George walked over to the couch. Rose reached for Karl, and George handed her over. Karl hugged her tightly.

"Hey girl. How are you doing?" Karl asked.

"Good." She replied.

She pulled Sapnap into the hug as well. Sap smiled and returned it. She pulled away and ran over to me. She looked up at me and raised her arms. I smiled and picked her up.

"Do you have more ice cream?" Rose asked, making everyone laugh.

"I do. You'll have to ask your daddy if you can have some, though." I told her, putting her in George's lap.

She hugged him again and he returned it. He stood up.

"Yeah, you can have some." He agreed.

He followed me into the kitchen. He set Rose on the counter as I got out the ice cream. I set it on the counter and opened it.

"Damn it. I hate these plastic things." I mumbled.

I grabbed a knife from the holder and cut into the plastic. The knife slid and cut my hand.

"Ow! Shit!" I cursed, grabbing my hand as it started to bleed.

George's face immidiantly turned to one of worry as he gently grabbed my hand to look at it. He examined it, and I watched him do this with a small smile.

He grabbed my hand. He actually did it.

"I'll get you a band-aid. It's not deep enough where you'll need stitches." He told me.

He walked out of the kitchen and towards the downstairs bathroom. I grabbed a paper towel and held it against the cut as the blood had started to run down my hand.

"Are you mad at me?" Rose whispered.

I looked at her. She looked scared and upset.

"Why would I be mad at you?" I asked.

"Because I wanted ice cream, and you got hurt trying to get it for me. That means it was my fault." She mumbled.

I frowned and shook my head. I picked her up with my uninjured hand. She clung to me, and I swayed her a bit.

"I'm not mad at you at all, honey. You did absolutely nothing wrong. I was the one who hurt myself. I shouldn't have tried to open it with a knife." I told her.

She nodded, burying her face in my shoulder. George soon came back, and she removed her face from my shoulder. He took the paper towel off the cut and put some of that weird cream stuff on it before he put a bandaid over it.