Liar (gream/dreamnotfound)

Chapter 9

WARNING: WE'VE GOT SOME BLOOD IN THIS ONE BOIS DON'T READ IF UR NOT COMFORTABLE WITH IT

Also, plz don't kill me I saw yall getting your knives ready last chapter please don't use them on me Q-Q

George slowly opened his eyelids, the bright sunlight blinding him for a second. He reached over to wake up his boyfriend but was met with air. Air? He shot up and looked around the room.

"Clay? Oh, Dreaaaaam?" There was no response. George stumbled out of bed and rushed to the door. He noticed that Clay's tennis shoes were gone, as well as his wallet that had sat on a table by the door.

Oh no he did not. He wouldn't. Right?

The brunette raced to get his phone and tried to call Clay. He tried ten times before giving up and going to Nick and Vincent's room. He pounded on the door with his fist, trying not to cry.

"George? Are you okay?" A very concerned Nick pulled George through the door, Vincent looking at him from the other side of the room.

"No, I'm not okay. I think Clay went to go talk to my psycho ex-girlfriend by himself."

"Uhm... what?" the younger boy had a look of disbelief on his face. "Your what? Is Clay okay?"

"Um, what the fuck did Dream do?" Vincent said, walking up to them.

"I don't have time to explain, can you guys come with me? It might not look like it, but Lea has been learning various martial arts since she was four, she could easily take Dream, and definitely me."

"Oh, so that annoying tall girl is your psychopath girlfriend. What's her problem with Clay?" Nick asked, already putting on his shoes and motioning for Vincent to do the same. They continued to talk as they left the hotel.

"Uh... well, um, we're kinda... dating?"

The Texan choked and Vincent laughed.

"You can't be serious." He had stopped walking just to stare at George.

"I thought all your flirting was just jokes?"

"Well, it was but... I don't know, it felt right."

"Hah. Well, you should know I support you guys," he said, grinning at him. "But we should probably go save that idiot before he gets his butt kicked by a girl."

They picked up their pace and arrived at her house after just a few minutes. The three of them exchanged a look before attempting to knock on the door, but it swung open as soon as they touched it. They couldn't see Lea or Clay from where they were, so they cautiously entered the house. George headed to Lea's backyard first, just wanting to get some fresh air.

Fresh air was not what he got.

"CLAY!"

The blonde was slumped over the steps of the porch, half of his once bright-green hoodie soaked in brightly colored blood.

"NICK! CALL 911! NOW!" His friend ran outside, took one look at Clay, and immediately pulled out his phone. "VINCENT! COME AND HELP GEORGE!" The other boy raced into the backyard and tried not to throw up. George carefully removed his boyfriend's hoodie and shirt, revealing that the wound was on his left shoulder. More tears ran down George's face as he saw how deep it was, but he tried to keep calm. He took off his hoodie, using it to apply pressure to the taller boy's shoulder.

"Please hang on..." George whispered, looking at Clay who appeared almost peaceful lying in his arms.

A few painfully long minutes went by before doctors and police officers rushed into the yard, quickly taking Clay from George and lying him on a stretcher. One doctor asked him if he had any wounds, which confused him until he realized he was caked in blood and tears. He just shook his head.

"C-can I stay with him?" the brunette managed to whisper in between sobs.

"Are you his family?" she asked, her voice laced with sympathy.

"I-I'm his boyfriend," he responded, starting to shake even more.

"Alright, you can come with us to the hospital." The doctor gently guided George to the second ambulance and they drove off, leaving a shocked Nick and Vincent standing in a stranger's yard, unable to comprehend what had happened. The police officers approached them, asking if they knew what had happened. Nick told them that George's ex-girlfriend had met Clay at her house and attacked him, and that was all he knew. The police asked for their names and contact information then let them leave.

"What the fuck happened to you guys?" Zak almost yelled, a very concerned Bad standing next to him. Nick examined himself for a second before noticing his hand was stained with blood from when he had tried to comfort George.

"You might wanna sit down for this one."

They all sat down in the corner of the lobby farthest from everyone else and Nick told them what had happened. He was so in shock himself that he barely noticed when Zak grabbed Bad's hand when he told them how much blood Clay had lost.

"Shouldn't we do something? Go to the hospital? Track down that bitch? It feels wrong just to sit here while our friend could be dying!" he started to stand up, but Bad gently pulled him back down. "Skeppy... they're not gonna let us in, we're not his family."

"Well, they let George in! What's up with that?"

"Uh..." Nick scratched the back of his head. "I'm not sure it's my place to say, but... they let George go with him because they're dating."

"Hah," Zak smirked. "So we're not alone."

"What?" Vincent asked, speaking up for the first time.

"Don't worry, we've got much more important things to worry about right now."

Nick sighed. "I don't think there's much more we can do for now. Let's try and get some sleep."

George had been sitting in the exact same position for hours, and he was a bit spooked when a nurse walked up to him and offered him a blanket.

"Uh, sure." George gave her a small smile and curled up more into his chair next to the hospital bed, reached over, and gently held Clay's hand.

"It's gonna be okay." the exhausted boy whispered as he quickly drifted off to sleep.

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