Family. (DNF angst)

Chapter 18: Care.

♡Clay pov♡

Kissing George was everything I hoped it would be.

My hands were planted gently on his waist. His fingers were tangled in my hair. He slowly pulled away from me. His face was red, and we were both trying to catch our breath. He smiled, and I did as well. He giggled and leaned his head against my chest. I wrapped my arms around his waist.

"I'm really happy." He mumbled.

I brushed my fingers through his hair, and he flinched, quickly scrambling out of my arms. He looked terrified. It was quiet for a minute.

"I-I'm s-sorry. Maybe this wasn't a good idea." He stuttered quietly.

He stood up, and I carefully grabbed his hand to stop him. He flinched a bit, but let me. He turned back around to face me.

"Why don't we talk about what just happened?" I suggested.

He swallowed nervously and glanced around.

"You're not gonna hurt me, right?" He asked softly.

I frowned and shook my head.

"No, George. Of course not, beautiful." I said quietly.

He slowly nodded and sat back down.

"Did you think I was going to hurt you? Is that why you pulled away?" I asked.

He nodded and pulled his legs to his chest.

"It was right after I touched your hair. Was that it? Did you not like that?" I asked.

He shrugged and looked down at his knees.

"I need you to let me know if it was so I don't do it again. The last thing I want from this is for you to be uncomfortable. If you didn't like it, I'll never do it ever again." I assured him.

He sighed.

"I do like it when people play with my hair. I mean, I used to. It's another thing Tony ruined for me." He mumbled.

"May I ask how he ruined it? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." I said.

"He pulled it all the time. If I tried to walk away from him, he would drag me back by my hair. There were a couple of times when he grabbed it and slammed my head against the wall. He did it when we had sex too." He told me.

"George, that wasn't sex if you didn't want it. Sex is consensual between two people." I stated.

He shrugged.

I wish I could understand exactly how he thinks.

"He loved me, Clay. He had to have loved me. At least a little." He said.

"If he loved you, he wouldn't have hurt you." I told him.

"Why would he want to have sex with me so bad if he didn't love me?" He asked.

"Tell me what happened. Tell me what exactly he did to you." I coarsed softly.

"He asked if I could be quiet. I didn't understand the question at first. Rose was playing with some of the other kids in the park. Tony dragged me to our bedroom and told me to take off my clothes. I was scared and confused. I took off my sweatshirt and sweatpants, but I kept my underwear on. He told me I had to take those off as well, so I tried to argue, but he just pushed me onto the bed and took them off himself." He started.

I nodded.

"He was definitely drunk like always. I couldn't convince him to stop, and there was no way I could physically get him off of me. He held my wrists behind my back and just did what he wanted. When he was done, he went to go shower, and I threw up. I told you it happened twice. I didn't tell you it was on the same night, though. The second time, he made Rose go outside and sit on the porch all by herself. It was dark, and she's scared of the dark." He explained.