Fall ❥ George Shelley |Discontinued|

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Everything in my life has completely changed. I got raped by someone I thought once loved me at one point, after months of abuse. The only person that I've ever become friends with other than George and Alice got shot by my rapist, him currently being in coma. I've resorted to cutting.... What else can be wrong with my life? I just feel like crying. I don't even realise that I actually am until I feel warm liquid run down my cheeks, automatically making my hands reach up to my face. I try to wipe the tears away without anyone noticing.

* George's Point of View *

I knew it was the best to tell her, considering that I knew she was friends with Josh, but I can't help but feel guilty that I had to tell her now with all that she is already dealing with. I can't stand to see her like this; it pains me.

I look over to her casually. I wonder what she is thinking about as she suddenly but subtly starts crying. It doesn't seem like she even registers that she is indeed crying until about a minute of crying later. Even with how far away she is sitting from me, I can hear her whisper to herself, "What else can be wrong with my life?"

She wipes her tears away, trying to make sure no one notices her crying. This is when I decide to get up from my seat and walk across the sitting room towards her, despite her previous orders.

When I sit right beside her, I automatically hug her. Even is she objectifies, I still know she needs a hug, especially after what I plan to tell her now. She deserves to know. She is the most affected by the plan and I can't help but feel like it's almost my fault.

"It could be a little worse," I admit in a nervous whisper.

She was crying in the hug and when she pulled away, she tries to sniffle them away. I expect she heard me, which makes me a little more nervous than before as it confirm I have to officially tell her now. "What?" she questions.

"I said," I begin; ready to repeat. I don't know if she actually heard me, but I want to repeat it just in case she didn't hear it last time I said it. I want to tell her. Well... I need to tell her. It wouldn't be right to not tell her. "It could be a little worse." I can't believe how nervous I am right now!

She wipes away her fallen tears; sniggle before she asks, "How?"

"I might," -- I awkwardly rub the back of my neck -- "know something... that could make it worse," I stutter.

She is still trying to appear as if she hasn't just cried. "What is it?" she asks.

"Alice..." I start.

"What about her?" I feel like I'm starting to piss her off by not being able to tell her properly, as she says this through gritted teeth.

"She..." I begin again. I plan to speak really quickly, as I take in a gulp of air, so I say, "She planned for you to get abused by Ryan!" I cover my face right when I run out of breath, in defence just in case she is extremely pissed off. She might want to start hitting the first thing she can manage to get her hands on and I don't particularly want to be her target at the moment. I know she has a lot of piped up energy toward anger that can be harmful to anything and everything. I bet she just wants to release it so badly right now. Although with her tiny petite frame, I know she can do some major damage, especially during this time period in her life.

"WHAT?!" she asks, noticeably infuriated as she is shouting, standing up from her chair. "WHAT THE FUCKING HELL?!" she screams at what seems to be top of her lungs, dragging all the attention in the room towards us, although I really don't quite fancy the attention. I never really did fancy attention and I know the exact same can be said about Scarlett. She doesn't want attention right now; she just has so much on her plate, especially at this very moment as I've added something else onto it.