Impossible love (dreamxgeorgenotfound)

Chapter 14 - Sick fucking plan

Warnings: strong language as usual, yes you know the deal. You have read this far into the fic.

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Clay woke up in a hospital bed. Quite confused, actually. But soon enough memories came flooding into his tired brain. Diana fucking cut him. Did she want this?, plan this as a sick fucking way to make George believe Clay did this to himself? To make him look like a total psychopath?

She didn't succed.
"Fuuck" Clay said as he stretched, feeling the satisfaction fill his body in return. He looked around, seeing his phone next to him on a little table beside his bed. No nurses or doctors around aswell. Now he had time to make a sick fucking plan to get back on Diana. Though he had a migrane and he felt little heartbeats pulsating from his cut, he didn't care. His health wasn't important to him. George was.

His left hand moved to the phone, and gently picked it up. Clock was 2pm. What the fuck even happened last night? He had been sleeping for a while, thats for sure. And dont forget the hangover.

Clay scrolled twitter for a while, to feel less bored just for a moment. When he got to a specific post he got a sickening feeling in his stomach.

"You. Son. Of. A. Bitch." He sighed with anger and threw his phone onto the bed. The post was a picture of Diana and George, posted from her account.
- Finally my baby is back from the hospital. His clumsy ass fell into the livingroom table and hit his head. But now everything's fine, he's laying next to me half asleep. Love you Georgie❤️-

That was it. That was the post. It made Clay feel weak in his whole body, weaker than it already was. Seeing George with her broke him. And he didn't even know the worst part. She did that to him, not himself.

How dare you write that. What the actual fuck is wrong with her. I'll fucking kill you just you wait

With anger filling his veins, he got motivated as hell to get this plan started. So, what should he exactly do? Involving the cops would take too long, and it wouldn't be as fun. He wanted his revenge. So that he would get, in one way or another.

He was going to scare her, almost to death. Main goal was to make her beg. Beg for her life. To make her cry, to make her realise what she has done. That she is a sick human being. He made a list, for everything he was going to do. For what to do, when to do it and how to do it. It was a perfect plan. So perfect, it couldn't go wrong.

Hours passed, and Clay was done with his plan around 7pm. Under this time nurses came to check on him. Asking him how he was feeling or if he was hungry. He declined every offer, having a pokerface covering the anger boiling inside him. He wasn't hungry for food, he was hungry for revenge.

Short update guys!! I wanted to get something out, and I'll try to make one more chapter tomorrow. I need to sleep soon. I hope everyone is feeling okay. If otherwise, feel free to dm me. Im always open for you guys❤️

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