Addict. (DNF ANGST)

Chapter 5

Ryder is low-key a main character atp.

♡George pov♡

I looked at myself in the full-length mirror. I was wearing blue jeans shorts with a cropped long sleeved black and white sweater. It's much different from what I usually wear, but I think it's cute.

Maybe Clay would notice me if I stopped dressing like such a slut. I've heard the way people who aren't attracted to me talk about me. They call me a whore and a slut. They're not wrong, but it honestly hurts my feelings.

I grabbed my bag and left my bedroom. I walked out of the apartment and down the hallway. I went downstairs and out of the building.

I wish Miguel would've just driven me to school. I don't wanna take the ghetto ass subway.

I walked down the sidewalk until I got to the subway. I saw a homeless guy passed out right next to the stairs. I frowned and set my backpack on the ground. I unzipped it and found the apple I'd packed for lunch. I set it next to him and zipped my bag back up. I waited where everyone else was.

"Hey."

I looked to my left to see the guy from the bar.

Oh for fucks sake. I'm trying to have a good day.

"What?" I muttered.

The train arrived, and I quickly got on. I took a spot towards the far end, hoping he wouldn't see me. He did, and he followed me.

God, leave me alone.

I pulled out my phone and began playing a game, pretending not to notice him.

There aren't many people on the subway this early.

I glanced around and saw a woman. I quickly stood up and went to sit by her.

"Ma'am. Can I sit here? I don't want to be near him." I told her.

She looked over at me in disgust.

"Get the hell away from me you faggot." She said angrily.

She stood up and went to sit somewhere else.

Are you fucking serious right now?

He moved right next to me again. He was sitting so close that his leg was pressed against mine.

I don't say no. I never do. I don't know why. I just can't. I feel frozen. I don't know what to do. The only other people on the train are men. They won't help me or care.

The guys hand was now in his pants, but I pretended not to notice. I started feeling sick to my stomach as his other hand touched my thigh.

I can't move. I'm too scared. What do I do?

I looked at the other people on the train. They weren't paying attention to what was happening.

Someone notice. Please. Help me.

I suddenly felt something warm hit my leg, and I slowly looked down. I felt my heart sink in my chest. A man further down finally noticed. The train stopped, and the man next to me stood up and got off. I felt my eyes watering. I buried my face in my hands as I began to sob quietly.

Why me? Why?

I could still feel the warm substance on my leg, and it felt disgusting. I felt someone gently begin to clean my leg with a tissue. Someone then pulled me into a hug. I knew it was a man because he smelled like cologne. I sobbed into his shoulder.

"It's okay. He's gone now. I'm sorry I didn't realize sooner." The man said quietly.

I couldn't respond, instead continuing to cry. He carefully ran his fingers up and down my back. The train soon stopped again, and I pulled away from the hug. I grabbed my bag and stood up. He stood as well, and we both got off the train. I finally looked at him. He was probably in his early 70s. He was wearing jeans and a raggedy t shirt. He had a hat on his head that said he was a veteran.