A New Beginning

Chapter Twelve: Missing

CLAY POV

Time Check: 9:45 pm

Clay suddenly feel a sudden bang towards his laps. He did notice George slowly dozing away but did not expect him to fall on his laps. His face turns red when he starts staring at the brunette's face. Nick has already fallen asleep, not even halfway through the Netflix series 'Riverdale' that they planned to binge-watched. 

Wow, he really looks damn good even when asleep. My eyes are stuck on his face. He's just so enchanting.

Clay brushes through his cheeks and his hair. He then touches George's lips. 

Soft and the right size for it to match his other facial features. 

Clay is letting his mind do whatever he wants. He knows that he's taking advantage of George's tiredness right now, but he can't seem to stop himself at all. He keeps going round and round George's lips and then to his shoulders. Clay stops when Nick starts stirring around and wakes up to back to his sleep. When Clay notices Nick's movements, he immediately takes his hands away and puts them back only on George's hair. 

All Nick did is stand up and go back to his room with just a 'goodnight', leaving them just there. A huge sigh of relief comes out of Clay's mouth. He then finally register what he has been doing. He feels guilty, very guilty even though he already knows that he had taken advantage of George's while he's sleeping. He curses under his breath at himself for his actions. He sits there for a while, patting George's hair before concluding to bring George back into his room to lay him down. That's exactly what he did. However, this time, he himself is outside the room, going back to where the couch is to lay down.

He didn't want the feelings for George to fester even more. The more he touches or even comes close to George, he is flustered up by whatever he does or says. He starts tracing back to when George starts opening up towards his face, smiling appearing on his face before slowly losing consciousness to his fatigue.

GEORGE POV

Time Check: 2:46 am

George is starting to have nightmares again. The feeling of warmth is not there, just a thin later of blanket covering his body. He appears at his house, his house in London. He's inside his room, sitting on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He thought that is reality, forgetting about his escape to Florida. Parents fighting downstairs again.

We should kick him out of the house. He's wasting our space.

We could even get rent money if we rent it to someone.

He's already old enough to be staying outside independently.

He's been doing nothing but being a waste of space anyway.

George could feel a hot stream of tears trickling down his cheeks, but he can't do anything if his parents have decided to do it. He'll get kicked out really soon. He starts crying really hard at the thought of him being kicked out and lives outside where there will be no one, nowhere to stay. He's suddenly engulfed in darkness when he tried opening his eyes as if he has gone blind. He's shouting now, screaming for help, tears flowing down even quicker now and faster. He can't breathe all of a sudden. 

He's drowning now, his body floating down, trying to struggle up but to no avail, only to himself falling even deeper. He's gasping for air, opening his mouth and closing back up, drinking the water. Everything feels so real. He's suffocating. He lost his consciousness in his sleep, resulting in him abruptly waking up in Clay's bed, alone.

He's sweating profusely and weeping onto the blanket. His body curls up, trying to calm himself down. He then notices that Clay is nowhere to be found, missing Clay's warm arm around his small body as if protecting him from the nightmare. He needs Clay. 

He stands up with him tripping down once on the floor, knees on the ground. His legs are shaking, but he wants to find Clay so badly. He opens the door with his shaking hand, making the door make a squeaking sound. He needs lots of support from the wall. His body traces against the walls as he walks. Another obstacle, the stairs, look a lot scarier to him now. He let out a small whimper and softly saying "Clay" as he walks down. He could definitely hear Clay snoring in the living room, so he wants to get there faster. He reaches down the stairs safely with no accidents. He's snivelling a lot as he feels a wave of comfort from the horizontal floor. 

He goes to the living with his trembling legs that are losing energy fast. He quickly uses the rest of his energy to move his way to Clay's sleeping body on the couch. He falls on the floor when he reaches the couch, making a thud sound which almost immediately wakes Clay up.

CLAY POV

Clay jumps awake when he heard a thud sound right beside him. He groans and opens his eyes to look at a tiny boy weeping beside him softly while hearing his own name being called several times as well. He knows damn well it's George but did not know what happened. Clay quickly sits up and wants to carry George to the couch beside him.

 George twitches at the warm feeling of Clay's hands as if it's been a long time since he ever felt the warmth. George takes the opportunity to cuddle Clay's warm body when he is picked up by the tall man, not wanting to let go, now sitting up on Clay's lap. Clay did not mind at all 100%.

"Clay, why were you not there beside me? I-I'm so scared, my p-p-parents, they were kicking me out, I also can't see suddenly, and I-I suddenly start drowning, they were saying how useless I am, how I am such a waste of space and-"Clay cuts off George.

Clay is really baffled by what is happening, but he knows he has to calm George now, he's hyperventilating, and he's not talking straight at all.

"Shhhhh, it's fine now, don't worry, I'm here, and I'm sorry for leaving you alone. I won't do it again," Clay says to George in the sweetest voice he can do. George calms down slowly when he hears Clay's comforting voice.

"You promise?" George whines out.

"I promise," Clay says in a firm tone, patting the back of George's back.

The next thing Clay knows, George is already snoring very lightly on his chest.

What has this young boy go through, dreaming of his parents throwing him out, going blind, and even drowning? What has happened in his life? Is his parents really such a dick?

Sudden anger wells up inside Clay, knowing that George suffers so much from doing nothing wrong at all really make Clay want to go to his parents' house and give them a beating for putting such a young beautiful boy through all these torments.

Clay then carries George to the room and lays him down on the bed. This time, he sleeps right next to George, holding George's waist with his right hand while the left hand on the back of his head. Clay stares at George's face. His eyes are puffy. He could tell by the swellness that is growing on him. Clay's heart shatters into pieces, knowing that he could not do much to help George, only when George decides to tell him more than he can help. After quite a long time staring at George's face, the bed slowly drains Clay's energy. 

He sleeps, holding onto George tightly, not showing a sign of letting him at all.