Addict. (DNF ANGST)

Chapter 16

♡Clay pov♡

I woke up, feeling as though something was wrong. I heard quiet sobbing and breath hitching between sobs. The bed shook lightly. I slowly opened my eyes. I sat up and saw George. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the window. His shoulders shook, and he had his hands to his mouth. The sobs and hitched breaths were coming from him.

"George?" I asked quietly.

He buried his face in his hands. I pushed the sheet off me and climbed over to him. I grabbed his arm, and I felt a hard slap across the face. My cheek burned, and I held my hand to it. I stared at him in shock. My eyes met his teary brown ones. He looked horrified. He stood up.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He sobbed.

He backed away from me towards the door, but his knees gave out before he got there. He fell to the ground and pushed himself into the corner. He curled his body up into a ball.

"I'm sorry." He sobbed.

My cheek burned and stung, but there's clearly something wrong. I climbed off the bed and slowly walked over to him.

"George." I said softly.

His eyes went wide and panicked.

"No, no. Leave me alone. Go away." He mumbled.

I moved closer.

"Get away from me!" He yelled.

I stopped moving. I sat down to appear smaller. I kept my hands planted on the floor in front of me. His breath was fast, and he was clearly having some sort of episode.

"It's Clay. I'm right here, beautiful. It's just me." I said softly.

He quickly shook his head and covered his ears with his hands. He squeezed his eyes shut.

"No. Make it stop. I need it to stop." He sobbed.

I moved closer and touched his knee. His eyes flew open, and he tried to hit me again. I caught his wrist and grabbed the other as well. He began to squirm around, trying to get out of my grasp.

"No! Stop!" He yelled.

I held on.

"George, just listen to me." I said quietly.

Minutes passed, and he stopped fighting. He slumped down, letting his body go limp. More sobs left his throat. His eyes looked exhausted, and he seemed so done with everything.

"Have your way. Do what you want." He whispered.

I let go of his wrists. He reached for the end of his shirt and began pulling it off.

"It doesn't matter anymore." He mumbled.

I grabbed his hands to stop him from taking off his shirt.

"George, look at me." I demanded.

He slowly averted his eyes to mine. They were puffy, red, and dull. He looked lifeless. I carefully cupped his face in my hands, and he leaned into the touch a bit.

"Beautiful, I don't want anything from you. I just need to know if you're okay. I don't want to have sex with you." I told him.

"Why?" He asked, his voice horse from crying and yelling.

"You mean so much more to me than just sex. You're more than that. I need you to tell me what I can do to help you right now." I said.

His eyes watered, and tears slid down his face. His hand rested on mine, and he shut his eyes, leaning against my hand. He sighed and opened his eyes again. He kissed me. I was a little taken aback, but I returned the kiss. His hands traveled down, palming me through my pants. I grabbed his hands and pulled away from the kiss. More tears ran down his face.