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Chapter 35- Bad memories

TWTWTW- r4pe, unc0nsensual t0uching, fl4shbacks, hyp3rventilation, censoured s1ur ((WHICH I CAN RECLAIM)), slightly expl1cit c0ntent but not fully, small mention of se1f h4rm, swe4ring. Read safely, i love you!

George's POV

I was lying on the bed, still trying to pull myself away from the thoughts the forced kiss had given me. It was taking me scarily close towards a time that I didn't wanna remember- and desperately wanted to forget. Of course, Clay hadn't understood this because I had never told him. And, obviously, I wasn't planning on it because he might be disgusted and leave me. Like all my friends -well, other that Nat- did.

Crap. I was thinking about it. Gradually more and more memories of the day filled my mind and now there was nothing I could do to escape them. I was seconds away from a flashback and wasn't even bothering to try and pull myself out of it. There wasn't enough energy left in my body to get away from the monster that was my own mind.

Younger George's POV (like 15-16)

I was going to a party.

For the first time in months, I had somewhere to go other than school, and I was ecstatic. All day I had been running around the house waiting for it to be 9 so I could get ready. I had asked Nat what was the best time to show up and she said to get ready when it starts, so that when you get there you weren't too early or too late.

By the time 9 came I was rocking back and forth staring at the clock, leaping up the moment it switched forward. Of course I had waited for it to read exactly '9:00'. I liked things to be perfect. 

Within 10 minutes I was running out of the house, keys gripped in my hand as Nat pulled up outside, grinning at me through a fringe of dark hair. I smiled back happily, clambering into her car and trying to start a random conversation for the short journey to Jason's house- but struggled to focus on it properly especially as we turned the corner. She didn't seem to mind. Already a group of people holding red plastic cups stood outside the house, and as we got closer faint music floated out the windows, filling the car with the excitement of the party. I was practically shaking.

The moment we stopped I threw open the car door, pretty much dragging Nat out and pulling her into the big house. My best friend squeezed my hand gently before letting go, chatting something about getting a drink and then moving away. I was fine with that. People surrounded me, talking, laughing, dancing and singing along to the music. The entire atmosphere was one of letting go and relaxing into the evening. For once I was somewhere where I wasn't required to have responsibilities. Required to be good for people.

Before I could get lost in thought a hand touched my arm, and I span around expecting it to be Nat- but it wasn't. A tall, brown-haired boy stood above me, dark eyes studying my face. My cheeks quickly warmed- but not because I enjoyed it. The way his gaze fixed on certain parts of my body made me very uncomfortable, and I quickly found myself stepping away from his grasp. 

His hand moved with my body.

"Uhm....sorry, do I know you?" I asked relatively quietly, voice slightly shaking. The boy smiled, but it wasn't pleasant or endearing. His sharp teeth looked like weapons, and the way his eyes stayed fixed to my bottom half made me feel as if I was trapped. "My names Noah, what about you cutie?" His hand moved down my arm, landing on the back of my knuckles. My hair stood up at the back of my neck, I desperately wanted to run away, desperately wanted to call for  help, but he hadn't really done anything wrong- and I didn't wanna draw too much attention to myself.

"I-I'm George..." I stuttered out, still unbelievably uncomfortable as his hand kept moving.

"Hmmm...well, I might need you to come upstairs with me, George..."