Someone Like You

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IM BACK SO SORRY FOR THE MISSED ON (MIGHT DO EXTRA UPDATE AT 9PM CET)

Warnings:
-Physical abuse

Clay's POV

I walked into the school with George, noticing everyone was staring at me. I felt uncomfortable and looked away awkwardly, sitting down at a table with George.

'I regret not putting on makeup,' I sighed. 'Everyone is staring.'

'We can go back if you want to?' George asked, but I shook my head.

'It's fine, I'll get through it...'

We sat together and I grabbed a few papers and a pencil to draw as multiple people came up to me and George. I looked up to see my old friends and Sapnap glared at me.

'What?' I scoffed. 'Just leave me alone.'

'You hit Sapnap and you're not getting away with that. You also lied about being abused so we will be the one to show you real abuse,' one of them grinned.

'DUDE, DON'T YOU SEE MY FACE? DO YOU THINK I'M A MAKEUP ARTIST?'

'Yeah, these bruises suddenly showed up after years of no bruises at all.'

'Because my sister covered them up with makeup,' I mumbled, looking at my hands. 'How the hell can I fake bruises?'

I softly ran my finger over one of them, feeling tears fill my eyes from the pain. 'It's not makeup, dumbass.'

⚠️ Physical abuse

I didn't know what to do as I got lifted up. George jumped up, but one of my friends held him back against the wall as I got hit in my face and pushed onto the floor.

I curled myself up as someone started kicking my chest multiple times in a row. I automatically lifted my hands up to my face to protect that since my dad kicked my face every now and then.

'STOP! PLEASE!' I screamed out from the pain. 'PLEASE.'

The boy who was kicking me lifted me up and slammed me against the wall as I coughed and gagged from the pain. He wasn't done with me yet and lifted his hand up again, punching me into my face multiple times until blood streamed down from my nose onto my hoodie.

I started losing consciousness and collapsed on the floor since my legs got too weak to stand on after multiple hits and kicks.

I hitched a breath as I held my hand on my nose, feeling tears in my eyes as I got kicked another time.

'Now you know what it's like to have real pain,' the boy grinned. 'I bet your chest doesn't have any bruises at all.'

He laughed and lifted my shirt up, revealing all the bruises from yesterday and the previous days. Everyone turned quiet as I crawled away from him so he wouldn't see my cuts, but he rolled me to my back in silence.

'Shit...' he mumbled, standing up. 'Dude, we need to leave.'

⚠️ Over (still mentions/wounds)

They all started running off and George was pushed on the floor, immediately running to me. 'W-why is n-no one h-helping?' I whispered while stuttering and sobbing softly.

'I don't know, Clay. I need to leave you alone for a little while, because I have to get a teacher.'

'Don't l-leave,' I mumbled as I grabbed his hand.

'Clay, you're bleeding. You need help, I need to get someone for you,' George insisted.

I opened my eyes to show him I needed a hug. He carefully lifted me up and made me sit against the wall as he gave me a tight hug. 'I won't leave, fine. I'm taking care of you.'

'I'm d-dizzy,' I whispered. 'H-headache.'

George grabbed his bag and got a napkin, holding it against my nose. 'Lean forwards and pull your knees up. I'll hold your nose.'

I nodded slowly and breathed out as I closed my eyes and tapped George's hand so he'd hold mine. He sat next to me and held my nose with one hand, wrapping the other one around my shoulders.

'You're going to be okay, I promise,' he whispered, leaning in to press his head against mine. He turned his head and pressed a short and gentle kiss on my bruised cheekbone and one just above my eye. 'I'm here, don't be scared.'

I leaned against his shoulder as he rested his head against mine and moved his hand to my hair to run through it. I started sobbing softly and grasped onto his body to show him I was really scared and upset.

'It's okay, I'm going to help you. I'm staying here, I won't leave.'

Tears rolled down onto his hoodie and he stood up slowly which caused me to whine softly, trying to make him sit back down.

'I'm going to lift you up, I don't want you to sit here in a hallway, okay?'

I nodded slowly and let myself get lifted up. He held me tightly as he helped me walk to an empty classroom, making me sit down. He took the napkin away from my nose and saw it was still bleeding so he grabbed another one and put it back as he sat with me.

I pulled him on my lap and he sat down, facing me as he held the napkin and hugged me tightly to comfort me.

'I'm going to take you to my place after I went to the principal with you, okay?'

'Don't tell them what happened,' I whispered. 'They will hurt me even more.'

George nodded. 'Alright, I won't tell them if you don't want me to, but I do want to take you home. To my place. Does your sister have a car? Could you call her to pick us up?'

'She does, she's working but I can try.'

George smiled and pressed a short kiss on the top of my head. 'Are you okay?'

I sighed. 'My chest and face hurt a lot, but I guess I got used to this by now...'

He didn't answer and looked at my hands with a sad face. 'I wish I could make it stop.'

'It's okay,' I mumbled as he cuddled up with me. I closed my eyes as we hugged and relaxed myself while he ran his fingers through my hair. 'I love you, George. Thank you for being the greatest friend there is.'

'I love you too,' he answered with a smile as we suddenly heard a voice.

'Clay. You better not be cheating on me!' my girlfriend's voice sounded.

George stood up slowly and my girlfriend grabbed my wrist with the maddest face I'd ever seen.

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