Illusions Of Dreamnotfound (Rewritten/Edited)

~Chapter 17~

TW: abuse, sexual harassment, panic attack and slight mention of rape.

~George~

Flashback: I walked into the house; scared. I was only 15 and in a toxic relationship with my uncle. His name was Lane. "Dip shit, go get me a beer." I hear him say I walk to the refrigerator and get him a beer, I hear footsteps making their way towards me, I feel cold, sharp metal against my neck, "follow me." I walk with him, he throws me on the bed and starts to tie me up making sure I couldn't move he hit me until I passed out. I had finally woke up and he was there, "I see you woke up, can't even take a hit. I don't know why your parents kept you." I started to cry, "and now you want to be a piss baby. Useless little shit." He undressed me and him self...........
 
   I woke up, it was just a dream. No it was real it did happen. I start hyperventilating, and crying. I was having a panic attack, I couldn't stop, "Hey, what wrong?" Clay had woken up by my crying, Im not good enough for anyone. Clay scoots over to me and hugs me. My attack lasted about 17 more minutes, 17 minutes of pain, and discourage. "I'm sorry." I said, "why would you be sorry?" Clay asked. "I w-was 15, and my mom and dad went on a work trip. I had to stay with my uncle. He abused me and he raped me, I was lucky enough to be too young to have pups. He would beat me and cut me." I pull up my sleeve, there was a huge scar running down my arm.

     "Yea, I noticed that. Im so sorry. You shouldn't have went through that." Clay says, he hugs me and we fall back to sleep. When we woke up Clay asked, "Can you move in with me?" I immediately said yes. We get ready and head to my apartment, of course to get my stuff. We walk in and I see a box of beer. "C-clay h-he's h-h-here." I struggle to talk out of fear. "It will be ok." Clay says kissing my forehead. "Well hello, bitch face. Who do we have here?" I start to cry, bad memories, bad memories.

     I said in my head, "Leave, now." I heard Clay say, he was being serious. I had never heard him so mad before, "No I think I'll stay here." I stoped crying, I was now mad. "Get the fuck out, it's not your place to live and you don't pay for it either. I'm done with your bullshit, now get the fuck out before I deck you." I say, I grab the beers and throw them out in the hallway. "Bitch face." He said, I punched him in the face, "I hope I scarred you, like you did to me, now who's the bitch face? Hmm? Exactly." I slam the door shut and walk to my room, to get a suitcase.

~Clay~

     "I hope I scarred you like you did to me, now who's the bitch face? Hmm? Exactly." George said, I was shocked. He could be mean? I did know what to think I was just...proud. "Wow, I didn't know you could be mean." I say to him. "Can we not talk about it, please?" I nodded in response. We packed and left. "Can we get chinese food?" George asked. "Ooo that sounds nice." I get my phone out and hand it to George, "Can you call, so that I can focus on the road." I say, he giggles and called the restaurant. We head over and pick up the food then head home.

     "Thank you." George says, "It's not a problem, I was going to ask you want you wanted to eat anyways." We sit down and talk, "We should probably pack an emergency bag for the hospital. It's getting close." I say, I quickly pack the basic thing that we need. "Ok, it's all done." I sit back down, George was now about 8 months in, maybe more. I was waiting patiently for his water to break. I was impatient. We went to sleep and cuddled together.

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