Another Way Out Of My Mind

Salt

Tal walked into the room, George looked up at the smaller male and growled. Tal simply rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"Do you want to go back to your room? Or not?" Tal sighs heavily.

George backs off and shakes his head as he shuts his eyes. He then stands up and looks at Tal.

"That's what I thought, Follow me." Tal nods, he opens the door back up and then leads George back to his room, "Rest up. I planned a special lunch for everyone tomorrow. You all seem to be stuck in pairs. We've got to learn to communicate around here." Tal nods his head once and mutters as he walks off.

George pushes through the door, he pauses as he looks over at the man on the other bed. Jorel had somehow managed to figure out that if he hit his fists against the walls hard enough he could bust open his knuckles. His hands were bloody and his knuckles raw, maybe even broken, George just shook his head and rolled his eyes.

"You must be some kind of stupid, Jorel." George snaps.

"Excuse me?" Jorel looks up at George and hisses.

"Maybe I should've brought my mom back from the dead and my dad from prison so you could fuck them too." George growls and shakes his head, "Jorel Decker, The Ragan family whore."

"Stop it." Jorel looks over at him and shakes his head.

"But oh wait, The little asshole gets caught in his lies and now instead of doing anything to fix it, He hurts himself. Smart one." George shakes his head.

"Godammit, Stop it!" Jorel yells and clenches his fists.

"Six fucking years. Six. Fucking. Years. Are you aware how long that is? My sister could've done so much more with her life, but instead she did everything for you so you didn't jump off a goddamn bridge."

"I wasn't always a fucking dick to her, and I'm not the one who though it'd be a great idea to get drunk and have sex. That was you."

"Me?! Ha. You're funny, Jorel. Do you ever think I'd ever willingly sleep with you? You're pathetic. Your mother died and you instantly gave out and acted like it was the end of the fucking world. Your arms are marked with scar upon scar all because you thought killing yourself was a great fucking idea. Then when that didn't work, You went after Dallas. Do you have any idea the shit you've put my sister through? She'd come home crying, then have these violent breakdowns, and talk about hurting but wouldn't tell me what or why, Well now I fucking now." George clenches his fist.

Jorel bites his lip, he shuts his eyes and for once holds back tears, "I know... I know I'm a piece of shit. I get it, George. Now shut the fuck up. You aren't perfect either... And when my mother died it was the end of the world. You don't understand."

George scoffs and laughs once, he walks over to the bed and pulls Jorel off the bed, "You don't fucking understand, Jorel," George hisses as he balls his fists in Jorel's shirt.

"Fuck off... I'm so sick of all of you, Go ahead, Hit me, but I know you can't. I fucking know you, George. You love me. That's the only fucking reason you even let me spend so much time with Dallas." Jorel snarls as the tears he tried to hold back escaped his eyes.

"Shut the fuck up." George snaps, he instantly pulls a hand back and punches Jorel in the face twice. He then drops him on the floor and kicks him hard in his chest three or four times. He pants hard and turns around, walking toward his bed.

"Say it. Just fucking say it." Jorel coughs out and shuts his eyes.

"I'm not fucking saying anything, you pathetic piece of shit." George snarls.