Out Of Control Sequel

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TW's:
-Homophobia
-Tantrum/mental breakdown

Clay's POV

The day passed by really quickly. George had been really hyper and excited and before we knew we were having lunch in a small cafe in the zoo. George really wanted a pancake, so I bought him a pancake. It was way too big for him, but I ate way more so I would eat the rest of his pancake. He was a little scared with everyone around him, but me holding his hand calmed him down. He was also holding sheep tightly and softly rocking.

When George had eaten half of his pancake, he looked up shyly and pouting.

'I'm really fully.'

'That's fine, baby. I'll eat the rest, do you want some apple juice?'

George nodded and I gave him his apple juice. He started drinking it and I ate the rest of his pancake.

'Are you enjoying it today, baby?'

George nodded. I put my chair next to his and softly rubbed his leg. 'I'm glad.'

I opened my mouth to say something else, but I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned around and smiled at a man behind me. 'Hi?'

'Can you please stay off him?'

'What? Why?'

'I don't like faggots.'

I saw George pouting, but suddenly-. It seemed like something broke in him, it seemed like that after all these years of bullying and homophobia, he couldn't handle it anymore.

He turned around and looked mad. I had never seen him mad, but seriously NEVER.

'Stop!' he yelled. 'Not faggot! Gay, love him. Shut up and go away, sick of it.'

'You can't even speak, you baby.'

I saw George squeezing his sheep tightly in his hands and he bit his lip.

'Stop, you mean. I autism, you're just discriminating.'

'I just asked if you could let go of each other.'

'NO!' George yelled.

'Baby, calm down. Just ignore him, sweetie.'

'Stop calling him those things, you're honestly disgusting. And you-,' he pointed at me. 'That guy is just a baby, you're literally just a pedophile.'

'We both eighteen,' George yelled. He even made his sheep sit on the table now. He stood up and looked at the man for a second. 'I'm sick of it, he my boyfriend. I love him.'

'You're disgusting. Go to hell.'

'You to hell, you mean to us.'

'Do you really think I'm going to be scared of you? You're literally not even four feet tall,'

'I'm 5,4 feet tall. You mean to us.'

I saw George fighting against his tears, something broke in him. I knew it for sure, he was at his breaking point now. And he showed that clearly in the next moment.

'LEAVE US ALONE FOR ONCE. I JUST LOVE HIM, I BULLIED EVERYDAY. IT MEAN, I DON'T WANT ANYMORE.'

George clenched his fists and stamped on the ground. 'LEAVE ALONE.'

I stood up and grabbed George's shoulders tightly, pulling him close to my body.

'I HATE YOU.' He stamped even harder on the ground and started crying. 'MY BOYFRIEND.'

'Baby, come. Sit down, sweetie.'

'I was finally happy again, I tried kill myself,' he said to the man. 'I tried kill myself because everyone bullies me.'

The man's face dropped.

'This was his surprise and I was really happy,' George cried. 'Now I'm sad.'

'Baby, come here,' I whispered with tears in my eyes. They hurt my George again. I made him sit on my chair and stood up.

'Please leave, we have gone through so much. We both have been beaten up, we both have been sworn at everyday, we both have been so incredibly hopeless. He has autism and he NEVER screams and he never gets mad, if you make HIM mad, you really broke something in him. Is that what you want? An eighteen year old boy who has so much to live for to kill himself?'

'No-.'

'But you are doing it. He has a boyfriend, he has his parents, his family, his friends and you are driving him so insane that he even wants to kill himself.'

'I don't want him to kill himself.'

'Why would you be mean to us then? You don't know our past, just as I don't know yours. I see scars on your arm, I can go laugh about them, but I don't.'

I saw the man rolling his sleeves down.

'You had to use his height, his autism and the fact he is gay to hurt him. Why? He's adorable when he's this small, he's not a baby at all, he's an eighteen year old boy. He just gets really scared talking and he only talks to people he trusts. Can you please not ruin his day again, like every single day has been ruined so far for him?'

The man was only staring at his hands a little.

'I'm sorry.'

'Well, that's too late now. If he kills himself, I exactly know how you look and the police will be at your house within seconds.'

The man turned around and quickly walked away. Everyone in the cafe was staring at us and a waitress walked closer to us. I sat down next to George and hugged him tightly. He was softly crying and held his sheep tightly. I grabbed bear and Stripy out of my bag and gave them to him too. He started playing with them a little and I smiled.

'Hello, I'm sorry for what just happens, boys. I wanted to offer you something to make this up to you.'

I looked at the waitress and nodded softly.

'I see he has a beautiful sheep,' the waitress said, pointing at George's sheep.

George looked up shortly.

'Hey, what's your name?'

'Say your name, baby.'

'George.'

'George, do you like sheep?'

George nodded.

'We have a small farm and the sheep are hungry. Do you want to come with us and go give them some food, water and cuddle with them?'

George smiled shyly and nodded. 'Really? Sheep?'

I hugged him tightly. 'You can hug a sheep.'

'Do you also like some ice cream, George? We have special Valentines ones now. You can eat one with your boyfriend.'

George smiled again and hid his face. 'Sheep and ice cream!'

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