Love Conquers All

Chapter Sixteen

George's POV

They we're right. No one could ever love me. No matter how hard I try to be liked and myself at the same time. 

Who wants a broken toy? I don't.

Toy. A toy.  Thats all I was to him. A toy. A broken one at that. He says that he loves me, and then a few hours later he's hurling insults at me.

Thing's I already know. Things that I try to forget. I try to make myself better. I try to build myself up, but as soon as I'm happy someone turns right around and stab me in the back.

As soon as the door slams shut I stand in the silence and let the tears roll down my cheeks.

I hate you!

He hates me. He means it,I saw his eyes, he hates me. I opened myself up to him. I offered my heart to him and he slaughtered it. I told him I loved him and he played right alone, he was nice and kind.  He smiled and flirted, he pulled all the right heart strings. And he took my virginity. He promised me that he loved me.

I slowly put my clothes on and start packing my bag up. He saw my scars.  I showed him my body. He saw everything.  The whip marks, the burn marks, the scratches, the stabs, the bites. My heart.

A death is better then a life with you.

I know.  Everyone tells me. Im usless, a toy, a whore slut, trash, fag, homo, mistake. You think of an insult, I was mosy likely called it.

Why do I even stick around? He can see the castle, he can find the path. Why not he go himself? Why wait for me? He obviously doesn't want me any more. He got what he wanted and now I'm as good as dead to him.

That's why no ones likes me. They get what they want and then find me as an annoyance.  Why dont I just leave him? Let him go to his death? Run away and forget everything.

Because I love him.

And love makes you do stupid things.  I love him with everything I have, somewhere, deep down. He has to love me. He wouldn't do these things for and with me if he didn't love me?

I can't stop loving him.

I pick my stuff up and quietly walk outside. He's pacing irritated and cuts a sharp glare at me.

"Let's go, finish the deal." He climbs up into the horse. I glance at him and bite my lip as I strap my things to the saddle bags." What? Are you going to cry about what I said?"

"No." I sat softly and climb up onto the horse.

"That'd be gay if you did." He scoffs.

"Well, I am..." I shrug and he kicks the horse into a gallop.

No more then an hour later we make it to the castle. He slows Aarow down and slide off. I hit the ground behind him silently and take careful steps.

"George! Fancy seeing you here!" John smiles at me brightly.  I whip around quickly and shake my head slowly.  I get as close to Philip as I can and put my hand on my own weapon.

"Stay away from us." I shake my head and the point of the knife shakes. He chuckles and takes a step twoards us. I flinch back and look at him with fear in my eyes." I won't hesitate to hurt you."

"Come here Geogre." He crooks a a finger and his smile grows as my feet betray me abd I walk towards him.

"No..." I shake my head and beg my legs to stop. " I don't want to go there!" I look hopelessly back at Philip.  His eyes grow as he connects the dots.  He growls and sword moves to face me.

"You little asshole..." he laughs and shakes his head at me. "I knew you're better off dead."

"No... Philip wait..' I shake my head and turn to him .

"You back stabbing piece of shit."

"Wait! Where's John?" I look at Aaron.  He grins ear to ear.

"Where do you think George?" His eyes go to the two kings getting shoved out of the forest.

Thomas and Alex.