♡Clay pov♡
I drove to George's apartment and parked on the side of the street. I got out and locked my car. I went into the apartment building and up the stairs. I went down the hall to George's and knocked on the door.
I hope he's okay.
Minutes passed, and I knocked again. I waited a little while longer, and the door opened. Miguel stood there with a cigarette between his fingers.
"Can I help you?" He asked.
"Um, is George here?" I questioned.
He nodded.
"Can I see him?" I asked.
"He's in the shower." Miguel replied.
This was true as I could hear the shower running inside the apartment.
"Will you tell him I'm here? I can just wait out here." I said.
Miguel nodded and walked back to a room I couldn't see. He soon came back.
"He'll be out soon." He stated, shutting the door.
He didn't get defensive about the fact I was here, which surprised me. Usually, a controlling and abusive partner would get mad that someone would come to the door asking for their partner.
I waited for around 5 minutes before the door opened. I looked down at George.
His hair looks cute wet. He had more bruises on his face than before, though. He was also wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt.
He stepped out of the apartment and shut the door. He crossed his arms, glaring at me.
"Why are you here?" He asked.
"Why do you have more bruises on your face? Did you get jumped at work again?" I asked sarcastically.
"Fuck off, Clay." He stated.
"George, wait, please. Just listen." I said.
He scoffed.
"Who do you think you are showing up to my apartment and bossing me around?" He asked.
"George, it's getting worse. I can tell." I said.
His mean demeanor shifted a bit. I carefully grabbed his hands.
"I'm sorry about this morning. I just need you to listen to me. I need you to take my advice. It's getting worse, and I don't want him to kill you." I said quietly.
He glanced around, clearly a little paranoid. I heard footsteps from inside the apartment, and he pulled his hands away from mine. The door opened.
"Yeah, I'll get back to you about that project." George stated.
I nodded, playing along.
"Thanks. See you tomorrow." I replied.
I began walking away, and Miguel pulled George into the apartment.
Fucking asshole. I think George just confirmed the abuse to me, though. He became paranoid and anxious. I've only ever really seen him confident and mean. Maybe a little sad, but nothing like what I just witnessed.
♡George pov♡
"Are you cheating on me with him?" Miguel asked, pacing in front of me.
I sat on the couch, following him with my eyes.
"No." I stated.
"Don't fucking lie to me, George!" He yelled.
"I'm not lying!" I yelled back.
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FanfictionClay is a quiet college student. He mainly focused on school, only having a few friends. He didn't go out, he didn't party. He stayed in his single person dorm and studied. George, on the other hand, was the total opposite. A stripper and known play...
