Addict. (DNF ANGST)

Chapter 12

Long chapter😩 NSFW

♡George pov♡

I slowly opened my eyes and saw a while tiled ceiling.

Where am I?

There was a beeping noise. I sat up and saw needles in each of my arms. Then I saw Clay. He was asleep next to me.

Why is he here? What happened? Did I overdose again?

I looked at my clothes.

No, I was at work. How did I get here? What the fuck happened?

Clay shifted a bit and sighed. He slowly opened his eyes.

"George?" He mumbled.

He slowly sat up next to me. He yawned and rubbed his eyes.

"What happened? Why are we here?" I asked.

"You got drugged at work." He said hesitantly.

"What?" I asked in shock.

He nodded.

"By who?" I asked.

"He was tall and had brunette hair. He smelled like alcohol. You both did. He was wearing jeans and a black t shirt." He told me.

I sighed and laid back down.

"A bartender." I stated.

He laid down next to me.

"A bartender at your work drugged you?" He asked.

I nodded. I looked over at him.

"Thank you for helping me." I said.

He nodded, and I noticed something weird. There was a small brown spot on his neck.

"What is that?" I asked.

"What?" He replied.

"There's a bruise on your neck." I told him.

Is it a fucking hickey? Wait, why am I so mad? We're not dating, and I don't like him.

He took out his phone and looked.

"Oh. That was probably from you." He stated.

"What?" I asked.

He nodded and put his phone down.

"It was a rape drug which made you completely out of it and horny. You kissed me like three times and kissed my neck. The hickey is definitely from you." He told me.

Shit.

I put my hands over my face.

"I'm so sorry, Clay." I apologized.

He carefully pulled my hands away from my face.

"Don't apologize. It wasn't your fault. It didn't make me mad or uncomfortable. You weren't doing it on purpose. I just pushed you away every time." He said.

"You shouldn't have had to deal with me." I mumbled.

"I wasn't going to let him take you, George. He was going to rape you. I would never let that happen if I could stop it, and I could." He told me.

I shrugged.

"You don't care that someone would do that to you?" He asked.

"Not really. It's happened before. The thought doesn't scare me much. I don't want that to happen to me, but I wouldn't really care. I'm used to being treated like that." I explained.

He looked sad. I couldn't really understand why, though.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked.