Repression ▶ M•C ▶ 2/3

Chapter 80

Georgie's POV

"When do you think we should head back?" Ashton put his arm on my shoulder and rubbed my arm comfortingly. I wasn't the type of person to cry at funeral; even if it was at my father's, I just stood there with nothing to say, trying to ignore the others around me. It made me annoyed, that there were so many people here that didn't give a shit about my dad and yet they cry and mourn as if they were best friends. I hated it. "Ashton!" Gwyneth told him off and slapped his arm. "We can leave whenever George wants to" She said sternly. I smiled slightly and thanked her for her compassion. I was waiting for everyone to leave the church before we go back home, I couldn't stand having to converse with them about how much of a great man my father or how he will be missed.

"George" Ashton sounded panicky as I looked up from the ground. He moved his arm off my shoulder as I turned my head and saw a fast figure approaching us. Gwyn stood up straight beside me and charged towards him, gritting her teeth with rage. "What do you think you're doing here?" She spat. Michael took one look at her before shoving her out of his way with some force and rolling his eyes. She managed to regain her balance instead of falling to the floor and backed away as he continued forward. This time Ashton stepped forward meeting him less than a metre away from my father's grave. Ash didn't even get to open his mouth before Michael's fist was hitting him. He fell to the floor clutching his cheek as Michael stepped over him and stared at me. His eyes were dark, panting slighting and there were red marks on his swollen knuckles. I looked back at the wreckage he had caused in just a matter of seconds. "I'm here, you don't need him anymore because I'm here for you" He panted, a small smiled appearing on his lips. I was waiting for this moment, for me to explode and let out all the emotions I had been building up ever since my father's demise and who better than the man that crashed a funeral.

"How dare you" I muttered. I raised my hand slowly deciding if this was the best option. He was quick to react and grabbed my wrist so it wouldn't move. I felt everything the moment his skin touched mine; the tight grips, the shoves to the floor, the endless fights. "Don't touch me" I clenched my jaw and kept my eye contact with him as I raised my other hand, balling it into a fist this time and aimed it towards his face. I was too fast for him this time; I punched his cheek and kicked him to the floor. I felt this overwhelming rage come over me and I didn't want it to stop. I climbed onto top of him and pinned him to the floor, pounding his face like he was just an inanimate object. "FUCK YOU FOR BREAKING ME" I screamed, his hands trying to push me off him. Gwyn was yelling me to stop but Ashton remained quiet on the floor. "YOU'VE BROKEN MY HEART FOR THE LAST TIME" I shouted into his face. "STOP" he yelled back, finally yanking the fabric of my dress so I flipped onto the ground. I was left panting, looking up at the sky. Gwyn rushed to my side and helped me up, I staggered to my feet and so did Michael. His nose was bleeding, possibly broken; lips cut wide open and blood dripping down onto his white shirt. "I don't ever want to see you again" I breathed, my voice was low and I glanced down at Ashton who was getting to his feet. "Fine" he sniffed, wiping the blood from his nose and turning away.

The whole atmosphere turned calm again and I turned my back to everyone and stared up at the trees. I'm sorry dad, I thought to myself, I've ruined the day and now I felt this huge pile of guilt land on my shoulders. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I spun round making Gwyn jump backwards. "Do you want me to go?" She frowned. I nodded and pulled her towards me for a hug. "But not because I'm angry. But because I want you to go home with your boyfriend and live happily ever after, without my train wreck of a life getting in the way of that" She pulled away from me and scrunched her eyebrows together. "We are never going to stop being friends, you hear me?" She pulled the tangled stands of hair out of my face. I nodded and she hugged me again tightly before letting go of my arm and running over to Calum and Michael who were standing by the church. I then turned to Ashton, who was standing to the side of me still holding onto his cheek. I smiled and walked over to him, taking his hand away from his face and bringing it down to his side. "Stop touching it otherwise it will bruise" I chuckled.

"I should go with them shouldn't I?" He sighed. "They are far more important" I nodded. He agreed and turned to walk back to them. "Do you think we'll ever see you again?" He stopped and asked me. I looked over at the group staring at us then to him again. "I'll be going back to Sydney soon, who knows" I shrugged. "You are a very good friend to me Ashton, I wished I could have been right for you" I added. He nodded and smiled weakly. "Me too, but it's okay" He laughed. "Goodbye glasses" I grinned. He rolled his eyes and laughed at me before walking away. "Goodbye purple" He called back. I watched him join the others, and after a while of talking, they left.

I let out a sigh and scuffed my feet along the worn down grass and made my way back to the front of the church. Mother was still stood by the door, watching me as I leant beside her. "You definitely get your angry side from me" She chuckled. "You saw that?" I felt embarrassed. "When I was your age, me and your father would constantly fight, once we didn't speak for four years, then suddenly, he came back into my life when I least expected it and we never argued again" She smiled at the concrete floor. "What are you trying to say?" I raised my eyebrows. "I'm not saying you're anything like me, but if you are, then I would keep an eye out for that boy, he might surprise you" She smirked. "Now come on, let's go home, I'm starving" She put her arm around my shoulder and guided me back to the car parked on the other side of the car park.