This situation. This whole situation was caused by one particular male. He hated this male. He hated him with every piece of him. His body ached with hate.
Flash.
George ducked his head, covering his beaten face with his blazer. His eye was swollen and purple, almost closed over, he held his jaw that he was sure was broken with his free hand. The scarlet liquid that came from his shoulder ran down pristine white shirt.
Flash.
Hands and arms of someone he did not know held George by his shoulders, making him feel weak due to to being stabbed on his left one. People crowded him, making him feel even more apprehensive, lost and fluctuant. He couldn't cope. He was claustrophobic and already didn't help the fact he was going to pass out as a result of being stabbed.
Flash
This was it. He had had enough. He dropped his blazer, took a microphone off one of the many interviewer's who had been screaming at him and said, "For all of you wondering, yes my awful horrible dad, who had broken out of jail, just stabbed me and other people in that restaurant. I know I come from his name, but I am nothing like him. Once I heal, I will continue with the band. Now every single one of you, stick your microphone up your fucking ass and don't come near me,"
He tried making it through the crowd, but the crowd were so taken a back. Reporters wrote things down in their note pads, others making sure they got that on tape, and that one interviewer making dollar signs with her eyes. He collapsed to the ground. Not because of his shoulder, not because of his claustrophobia but because of his frustration. He's in immense pain and all everyone wants is some juicy gossip from him. They're so immature. He sat on the curb, rocking back and forth, screaming curse words all over the place. His family name had been ruined and it was all because of his dad.
Finally, someone picked him up from his position. His navy suit had been ruined from the dirt on the ground, but he didn't care. The anonymous male pulled him by the hand to a car, making sure he was okay. The male turned around and George immediately relaxed. It was just Blake. His boyfriend.
You see, Blake had been home waiting for George to come home as Blake was feeling sick and couldn't attend the family meal. A few hours had rolled in and he received a call from non other than George's mum.
"Hi, Natasha. What's up? Everything okay," he asked, concern effortlessly slipping into his words.
"No, please come to the restaurant. It's George. And his dad. George's been stabbed. Please come quick," she said from shock. He dropped his phone in anger and surprise. His Georgey, his Georgey that he promised to protect at all costs, had been stabbed. He rushed out of the house, not caring he still had his pyjamas on, and drove to the restaurant.
Once he arrived he saw crowds of people, all who were screaming George's name. Blake then heard a familiar voice, shouting at all of them. He got out of the car and followed the voice, only to hear it stop. He searched the crowds, trying to find the blonde but having no success. He started looking to the floor, remembering George was claustrophobic, and found him sitting on a curb in the middle of the crowd of reporters. He picked up the cussing blonde and brought him back to the car.
"Oh baby, I'm so sorry. You must be in so much pain. We're going to the hospital now. It's gonna be okay. You'll be okay, okay?"
A series of animalistic groans left George's mouth. The pain had now reached a point where it was unbearable.
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"Mr. Richardson, can we have a word?" Asked a nurse who had just stepped out of his hospital room.
Blake stood up from his uncomfortable seat and made his way over to the female.
"Is he going to be okay?" He asked, worry lacing each word involuntarily.
"Yes. The stab was minor and won't have an affect on his future life. The only thing is that it will hurt for him and will have to be in here for a while, but he will be fine and will have around the clock care," she said, reassuring Blake. His figure relaxed with each word she said. George was going to be fine.
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