Repression ▶ M•C ▶ 2/3

Chapter 52

                  

Georgie's POV

He turned away from me, grabbing his bag from under the bed, and then began stuffing clothes into it. I couldn't believe it. What was he doing? Was he leaving? Over one horrible mess Josh had made. I couldn't let Josh ruin the only relationship I'd ever cared about. "What do you mean 'done'" I choked out through my tears. I was properly crying now, unable to hold back the tears that were pouring down my cheeks. I couldn't control myself any longer, everything felt like it was falling apart now, and there was nothing I could do to save it now. "I'm done being paranoid. Always being worried that Josh could just walk in and take you away from me. He's always had a hold on you George, and you will always love him more than me. He was your first love, not me" he cried, his own face now wet with tears. "You know that's not true-" I started in attempt to explain, but I was cut off my Michael in an angry and hurt voice. He was switching between being cold and blanking me, to being angry and on the verge of shouting. It was unnerving and unfamiliar. "Just save it for someone else, someone who actually cares" he said harshly and turned away from me, walking towards the door with strong and definite steps. He was really doing this. "Michael... are you breaking up with me?" I whispered softly, almost unable to say the words. I was struggling to speak now, this was all so crazy. He looked down at me, his eyes brimming with tears and looking bloodshot. "Yes, yes I am" he sighed, his voice breaking slightly as he spoke. He turned away for the last time and walked out of the door, slamming it shut behind him.

I didn't want to be this room anymore, there was just something about that made me feel sick, and it was claustrophobic and uncomfortable. I walked down the stairs and back into the kitchen, where the bottle of wine and glass next to it we still waiting for me. I wasted no time in pouring the glass up to the top before taking huge sips in a rush. I didn't want to feel this pain anymore; I didn't want to know any other secrets about my life. "Jesus, pace yourself" I was interrupted by Luke walking past me towards the back door, holding a large bag of marshmallows. I put the glass down and laughed slightly, trying to not look like an alcoholic. "What's going on?" I asked, seeing Calum and Ashton carrying large piles of wood out in the garden, and Harriet, Gracie and Gwyn were hanging fairy lights and lanterns around the trees. "Oh, we're going to have a campfire when it gets dark, come join us" He grinned cheerfully, skipping out onto the grass and putting the bag of marshmallows on the floor, running over to Harriet and putting his arm around her waist. Sometimes I wish mine and Michael's relationship was like theirs, when I thought of them, I thought of love, finally finding the one person on this planet that is right for you, something so incredibly rare these days that they would be insane to lose each other. However when I thought of my own relationship, it was messy, painful and tiring, they shouldn't be like that, should they? I wasn't sure if I was ready to admit the feelings I had been having about us yet, I was hoping I would see some kind of sign to tell me what I should do, but why ask for a sign from a person that doesn't exist.

I put the empty glass of wine down and slowly made my way out to the smiling huddle of people starting to light a fire in the middle of the garden. "Hey!" Gwyn grinned; her hair tucked into the back of her sweater as she leaned down and lit a match. I sat down beside her and watched the flames flicker in evening breeze. Everyone soon sat down as well, Cat appearing from somewhere and being the first to open the bag of marshmallows. It was all very chilled; as it got darker we all sat around the fire laughing and drinking beer. "Hey, George, is everything alright between you and Michael? I haven't seen him all day" Calum said with his mouth filled with burnt marshmallows. I let out a laugh and shook my head. "No, we're fine" I assured him. It was true that we were fine, but it had also come to my attention that I hadn't seen him since we arrived here. I haven't been too worried, he's back home and wants to do his own thing, he could just inform me about it and I wouldn't get so worried. "Oh, there he is now" Harriet raised her head from Luke's lap and pointed to the back door. I turned my head and saw the shadowy figure walk towards us. He wasn't walking normally; he was waving from side to side and scuffing his feet along the lawn. I stood up and walked away from the others, hurrying calmly and grabbing his arm to steady him.

"Are you alright?" I panicked, holding him up as he stumbled around. I could sense everyone was watching us behind me, but I wasn't very interested with what people thought anymore. "I'm fine, get off me" He snapped, jerking away but seemed too drunk to walk any further. "I just came to tell you that I'm going out and I don't want you to wait up for me" He slurred, turning back towards the house and disappearing into the kitchen. I let out a sigh and followed him. "Have you been drinking all day?" I worried, grabbing his arm again and pulling him back. "Leave me alone, for fucks sake!" He yelled, this time pushing me away with quite a lot of force, which made me trip back and hit my head against an overhead cupboard. I fell to the kitchen floor in shock, a sharp pain throbbing from the back of my head. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes, completely horrified by what had just happened. He too seemed shocked at first, looking as if he was debating on what to do. However he turned away, grabbing his coat and walking out the kitchen. I shut my eyes and put one hand behind my head, feeling around for the wound. I could feel something on my finger and opened my eyes again alarmingly. When I brought my hand back to the front of my face they were covered in blood, red, shiny blood dripping onto the floor. I felt this urge to throw up, but everything went blurry and then black, within a matter of seconds.