George Shelley & The End of the World

Chapter 19

GEORGE'S P.O.V*

Urgh...

My head felt like a a bullet had shot straight through my skull... Had it? Am I dead!?

I tried to force my eye lids open, and with great force, they squinted apart. Nope, not dead.

I quickly closed them again, all my vision was blurred so I couldn't see anything.

"Urgh..." I let a small moan come from my lips. I knew something would happen to me, I just knew it. From the first step I took into his office.

"George!?" A voice called. It sounded a lot like Olivia... Fuck where was she!? My mind is playing tricks on me, the voice in my head calling my own name. Pfft.

"George!? George, are you awake!?" It called again, sounding slightly louder and closer this time.

"George?" It was now a whisper, a tearing whisper, then I was touched.

My eyes began to open, my heart racing, as I kept mumbling Liv's name over and over again.

"Yes!! Yes, it's me! I'm here, George!" She laughed, tears evident in her throat.

My eyes opened again, adjusting to the light. I saw that I was in a cell, the gates and crossed metal bars made this obvious. As I was scanning around the cold, damp cell, my eyes fell upon her.

"Liv!!!!" I shouted, picking my body up and darting towards the gate. She had both hands on a bar, her face poking through and looking at me. She was both smiling and crying.

"Fuck..." I smiled, gripping onto her hands. My eyes were watering as I looked into her gorgeous green ones.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." She sniffed, shaking her head.

I furrowed my eyes into a frown, "What are you sorry for!?"

"Getting you into this situation... If I would have just come with you back there-"

"No. No, no, no, no, no!" I gasped, threading my hand through to stroke her silky hair.

"I'm sorry. I was the one who started this whole fued off with John." I whimpered.

I looked at her, to see her staring at me sadly, tears still rolling carelessly down her soft cheeks.

I leaned my head forward, she did too, we were inches apart, our lips no less than a centimetre away from each other.. When I heard someone clear their throat further back and behind Olivia.

She stopped, and began grinning at me, before turning her head around. I moved to the side slightly and looked through another gap in the bar.

It was a boy, blond her and blue eyes, sitting in the cell beside Olivia, looking through at us.

I turned to Liv, giving her a 'who the hell is that' face. She just smiled again.

"George, This is Jacob. Jacob, George." She introduced.

Wait.. The Jacob as in her friend Jacob? The boy that I'd seen run out and leave her!? He's alive!?

My blood boiled... He left her. All alone.

"Um, Hey.." He said awkwardly, looking at me.

My eyes narrowed, fists naturally clenching as they did whenever I was in the presence of a knob.

"So... You, you saved Liv?" He questioned after I didn't reply.

"You left her." I snapped.

His eyes widened, his mouth opening slightly.