Crazy For You | Starrison [✔️]

Seventy six

The grass felt so soft against his his feet. He rubbed his sore wrists, wincing when it stung a bit.

He jumped a bit when he felt George's fingers in his hair.

"W-What are you.. doing?" He mumbled, eyebrows knitted.

"Nothing." Ringo could hear the smile on his face.

"Geo---" He shivered when he felt his fingers brushed against his nape.

"There." George spun him around, grinning when he saw his confused expression.

Ringo reached up to his hair, feeling something soft.

"It's a flower crown." George said, going up to fix it. "You look so cute." He cooed, making him blush slightly.

George tugged his hand, leading him further out of the house. Ringo thought this was it. This was my chance for escape.

But he knew what would happen if George caught up with him. Besides, he was weak. Too weak. George didn't feed him much and he was guessing that it was on purpose. To make him thin and faint so he could always outrun him, like some kind of predator chasing after it's prey.

And to make his escape chances even smaller, George tightened his grip around his bony wrist. It was like being handcuffed all over again.