Family. (DNF angst)

Chapter 24: Bleeding.

♡Clay pov♡

It's been a week. A whole entire week of waking up alone. A whole week without feeling George's touch and kissing him. Karl and Sapnap knew I had gotten depressed. My mental health had plummeted since George was taken. I was relapsing every day, sometimes multiple times a day. Some days, Sap would know, and he would take care of me. Some days, he didn't know, and I let my arms bleed into the fabric on my shirt.

I looked down at my plate of food.

I've still been eating so as not to trigger my eating disorder and end up dying. I'd messed my body up so bad that if I didn't eat for a week, it could kill me.

I slowly began to eat.

Karl has been more anxious and high-strung. I already knew about his anxiety, but I never really noticed it until now.

♡George pov♡

I slowly opened my eyes, and my head was pounding again. I immidiantly felt the pain from all the cigarette burns he'd left along with the severe beatings. It was early morning as it was still a little dark out. Around an hour passed when I heard the tent unzip. I kept my eyes down as Tony exited the tent. He was holding the gun.

I knew it. He's gonna kill me.

"We ran out of food. I'm gonna go hunt. Stay here like a good boy." He demanded.

I nodded obediently. He smiled and walked over to me. He carefully grabbed my chin, tilting my head up.

"I love you, George. You know that, right?" He asked.

I nodded.

"I'm only doing what's best for you." He told me.

I nodded again as he didn't like hearing me talk. He kissed me, and I kissed back.

I love Tony. I do.

You don't.

No, no, I do. He tells me I do.

He hurt you. Clay never hurt you.

Clay didn't know how to take care of me correctly. Tony does. He knows this is what I deserve. Clay gave me too much. I didn't deserve to be treated like that.

Tony pushed me down onto my back. He began undoing his belt. The numb feeling I'd grown used to spread throughout my body. I felt paralyzed.

It's okay. He loves me. He's doing this because he loves me. Clay didn't love me. He never wanted to have sex with me.

He kissed me again while he used my body. It didn't take him long to finish. He zipped up and buttoned his jeans. He put his belt back on. He grabbed his gun and left. I heard him walking away.

I hate the dirty feeling that comes after we have sex. I don't have anything to clean up with.

I put on the shorts again. I wrapped the plaid jacket tightly around myself.

I hate this.

No, you don't.

I looked around. Tony was nowhere in sight, and I couldn't hear his footsteps. I slowly crawled over to the tent and looked inside. The first thing I saw was a knife.

End this all. Do it.

I grabbed it and went back by my tree. I flipped open the knife, staring down at the shiny blade.

You're suffering. Don't you want a way out?

I could just find the key and escape.

Oh my god. I could. This is the first time Tony has ever been away from camp. He's never seen me disobey.