Kidnapped

Chapter 47: I Know What I Need To Do

George POV

I slipped out of the shower, the tears not clear on my face as it blended with the rest of the water.

Showering went from one of my favourite things to something that just made me feel even dirtier.

Dream was still asleep in his bed but I didn't need to wake him yet.

I throw my clothes back on knowing I was going to change them once I got home.

I check my phone and see a message from Tubbo saying Tommy would be over today and multiple messages from my father demanding I come home.

I put my phone into my hoodie and leave the room quietly, walking down the stairs to be met by the family at the tv.

"Morning George" Drista smiles with Patches beside her.

"Morning" I faintly smile and walk over, taking a seat with a little distance.

"So what're your plans for the sleepover you guys are going to?" Aria asks, pausing the tv.

"Well Darryl said he had some things planned so I have no idea, I need to go home and get my stuff" I say and she nods.

"Is Clay still asleep? I can take you home and bring you back if you'd like?" She offers.

"Yeah he is and uh if it's no problem that's be nice"

"Drista make sure you get your homework done" she reminds her.

I put my shoes back on as she picks up her car keys and puts her shoes on as well.

We leave the house and get into her car.

She put her shoes on properly before starting the car and pulling out onto the road.

"Oh George I had a question I was going to ask your mother but I might as well ask you"

Here we go again with the questions.

"Have you seen the doctor since your checkup? Like gotten any prescriptions to help you?"

"Clay suggested something similar to me last night about it, is it true that they can prescribe me something without proof I have it?" I ask and she nods.

"Under your circumstances considering it's not a common cause they know it's likely you will have things wrong with you"

"Are you thinking about taking some to help you?" She asks.

"I have been, I don't know how much help they'll be though"

"What've you been struggling with?"

"Uhh sleeping...eating...showering?" I say almost as if it were a question.

"I feel disgusting all the time" I murmur.

"You mean like dirty?"

"Like my skin crawls and even after I wash I just don't feel clean" I explain not really understating myself.

"Have you spoken to your mum about it?"

"I don't want to worry her"

"Your not going to worry her, she wants to help you in any way she can, your her baby" she reassures as she pulls up to my house.

"We will finish our conversation once you've got your things"

I faintly smile and get out the car, opening the front door and seeing Tubbo and Tommy running around.

My smile grows a little bigger.

"George!" Phil smiles and I look away from the younger boys to see him.

"Phil! Hey what're you doing here?" I ask as I walk over.

"Dropped Tommy off a moment ago and stayed for a coffee" he smiles.

"Your bag is at the stairs" my mum points over and I walk over to get it.

"Your going to message me once your there right?" She asks and I nod.

"Yes I'll let you know when I'm there"

I look over to my right and see my dad standing just across from them looking over at me.

"I'll speak to dad quickly and then I better go"

She gives me a small kiss on my head and I walk over to him.

"You know I'm not always going to be here, I have a life to get back to" I say, holding my bag a little tighter.

I knew he couldn't do anything with all the people in the house but I didn't make me anymore  comfortable.

"You better be home tomorrow, if not you know what's coming" he smiles and pats me on the back, pushing me towards the door.

"Have a good time son!" He waves and I look away, walking to the door and closing it behind me.

I get back into the car and sit on the seat, putting the bag between my legs on the floor.

"Got everything you need?"

"Yeah we can go" I say as I put my seatbelt on and she pulls out the drive.

"I- uh I have a question"

"What is it?" She asks, glancing at me before looking back at the road.

"So let's say someone you love hurts you, what would you do?"

"Hurts me how? Like emotionally?"

"Physically and emotionally, they hurt you physically but it stays with you emotionally too" I try and explain.

"Is this about you?"

"Maybe?"

"If it's really bad then I wouldn't forgive them, but if it's not too bad I would give them another chance because I love them"

"What would you consider not too bad?" I ask.

"People make mistakes sometimes, not on purpose but if it's just an argument, no matter what it is it can be fixed"

"Oh" I say as I grip onto the sleeves of my hoodie.

"Someone you love has hurt you?" She asks.

"Tubbo was right" My voice cracks as I sink further into the chair, trying not to cry.

"Right about what?"

"I know what I need to do" I say as I sit up and clear my throat.

"George you're confusing me"

"Don't worry, I just need to speak to Tubbo first and then it'll all be okay"

I sigh as the car falls quiet.

Just because I know what I need to do, doesn't make it any easier.