Mad Hatter |George Daniel|

17

We woke up to birds the next morning, not wailing sirens and knocks at our door. It was extremely warm for the end November. I shiver and push myself against the sleeping Giant next to me. He wraps up in the sheets more then throws his arms over me. My hands trace his veins under the sunlight pouring into the room. We've made it a month and here we were. "George." I whisper in a croaky first word morning voice. My fingers wrap around his under the sheets. He moans and turns to face me, his eyelids lifting to greet me with those shiny gold coin eyes I've familiarized myself with. "I love you." I admit shamelessly and touch his jaw just wanting to make sure this moment want real.

He hesitates. "Love you too." It makes me only smile lightly. Love you and I love you are so similar with so much different meaning. What could his be?

There's a soft knock on the door. "Hey fucking sleepy heads." Matty's thrill filled voice calls from behind the wood then the knob twists and in he comes. Smiling at me then to George. "Hope you got good sleep. Because, em, George you have your appointment today." He scratches his freshly shaved chin and runs his hands through his blow dried slicked hair. Fixing his jeans too. This boy is antsy as hell.

"Fuck I forgot." He groans into the pillow and slaps a hand on his dresser to search for his phone. It wasn't there so he gave up. "Gimme twenty." He springs up from bed and searching his jeans he removed last night.

"Somefhin' wrong?" Matty asks and folds his hands behind his back. George shakes his head and I weakly smile at him. Something was wrong. George was acting weird. It could be lasts nights spook but I had the vibe it was something else.

"I'll meet you at the shop, uh. I'm gonna go pick up my uhm meds." He clears his throat and throws a jacket on over his polo and snatched his keys. Leaving Matty and I to stare at each other in silence.

"Meds?" I ask Matty, sitting up and rubbing my eyes.

"He's got some shit with his lungs. Lad smokes so damn much he's got the body of a 45 year old smoker." He scoffs with a laugh and turns on his heels. "I'll be at the shop if ya need me."

"I'm gonna go pack up my stuff from my ho- Amber's." I stop my mouth and get up, dressing myself to leave. Matty goes back to his room, I feel a tingle in my stomach when I gather my shoes and walk past his room. Before going down the steps I peak my head in his door way. He's changing his shirt. "Hey will you stop by after you finish up with Gee? I could use some help."

"What about Ross?"

"He's with Adam downtown." I frown. "It's alright if you can't."

"I'll try." He smiles and tossed the shirt over his shoulders and smirking to himself. He tucks a lighter and a box of fags before coming to the doorway by me. "I'll at least you drop you off so you don't have to take the sub." I nod to him reassuringly while sitting at the top of the stairs lacing my shoes on. Matty waits for me at the bottom while swinging his keys around his forefinger with a grin on his face. I watch him tensely and right as I'm about to look away he licks his lips making me question him.

"What's got you lookin so happy?" I stand up and skip down the stairs right next to him. He closes his eyes with a deep breath then looks at me.

"Because I'm drawn do everything you do." The grin widens and I cover my face with my hair trying to hide a blush that seems to creep on my face so easily when I'm around him. He has that affect on me that I don't quiet understand but maybe it's because of the things we've done with each other. Something George would not approve.

"Matty..." I pause and bite my lip, scanning his slim figure momentarily before sighing. "Get your arse in the car enough with the sap." Begging to walk out to the garage I see the spot where Gee would normally park to be empty. Frowning to myself Matty unlocks his car and we begin to cruise out of his drive and onward to my 'home'. A majority of the time I was silent just tapping my nails on my phone screen while bubbles cursed in my stomach. I needed to eat.. When he pulled up to my lot I grabbed my extra bag and slithered out the car without a word. Part of my dreading packing my things and handing over they key. Part of me dreading that any minute now I could be arrested. Part of me loathing the thought that I was still madly cheating on my boyfriend with his best friend. Part of me loathing myself.

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There's about 3 more drawers I had to empty out into the already growing pile of clothes in the middle of the room. My arms were shaking from all the heavy lifting of my suitcases and duffles. There wasn't much to pack in my car for now, someone would fetch my bed and such later on. Ross agreed to help with that which left less stress on my already strained shoulders. Matty never made it by with Gee after his ink. Hell he didn't even stop by to show me I was tempted to sleep here for the night. That would leave Amber breathing down my back, the last thing I needed.

While packing up the rest of my make up desk, the news came on my radio, announcing Macen's death, leading up the suspicion of either body malfunction or murder. It made the hairs on my neck stand and my palms got to sweaty I had to sit down and wipe them on the bed. Lying back on my sheets I stared at the popcorn ceiling and wondered what would happen if Gee and I were to prosecuted for this. I can not imagine doing a 25 to life being stuck with inmates in and out. It makes me fear not being able to see G and knowing he wouldn't stand two days in a cell tears me apart. 

"Whatever happened to my innocent son, if he really was murdered I hope those people realize what they've done isn't some joke. Whatever your reasoning is I find it irrelevant, my son was a very good kid. I don't know how this person can live with themselves knowing they killed an innocent young adult. I ask for them to step up, turn yourselves in, what you have done is sick!" His moms voice sounded harsher and more weak compared how to she was last time I saw her. She's hilarious! She really thinks her poor son was innocent. Amber heard about it, she was surprised but didn't point fingers when she came in to check on me. If anything she was happy but not happy enough to let me stay. I wouldn't stay even if could now. If she found out I have murdered someone she would do more than kick me out. 

Yet even Amber thought he didn't deserve to die. 

He was abusive.
He was rude.
He dropped out of high school.
He was angry all the time.
He molested me.
He cheated on me.
He had hurt George mentally.
He pointed a gun at Ross.
He had shot me.
He had put all my friends in danger.
He had broke my confidence.

He is dead.