Someone Like You

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Warnings:
-Mentions physical (child) abuse
-Mentions rape/sexual assault
-Mentions self harm
-Slight sexism

George's POV

Clay and I gave up the fight as we got pulled to the principal's office. Clay was sobbing softly, terrified of what was going to happen. I knew his dad was killing him if he figured this out and I didn't know if I could be there to save him this time since I got accused too.

The PE teacher pushed us inside of the principal's office and started explaining anything that happened. Clay and I tried to defend ourselves and we told our story, but no one listened to us.

Clay started crying softly after a while and I pulled him closer as I grabbed his hand. 'We know the real truth, okay?'

Clay sobbed loudly and hitched a breath as he squeezed my hand. 'I'm going to get killed, we are going to jail for something we didn't do. She raped me, I promise...'

'I'm calling the police,' the principal answered.

Clay broke down even more and looked up. 'Please, give me just a bit longer. I can record when we are together to show you what she does to me, okay? Please give me one chance. If I mess this up you can call the police.'

'You can easily escape when I let you go,' the principal answered as he clicked a number on the phone.

Clay jumped up. 'Please! I'm begging you. Give me a tracker or anything so you can follow me. PLEASE, give me one chance. This is so unfair, you completely believe her just because she's a girl, don't you? Boys get raped too and boys gets abused at home too. Please, let go of the boy and girl part, let me prove it.'

I saw the principal and the teacher looked at each other and the teacher nodded slowly.

'Clay does have old scars on his arms, some seem months to years ago. She doesn't have any scars. We should listen to Clay too, because I don't want to make this mistake and be sexist. He can't go to jail for something he didn't do.'

'Sir, all those weird porn tabs, I genuinely don't watch that shit. I genuinely don't, but even if I would. I'm a teenage guy. Watching that stuff doesn't mean I'm raping someone.'

'I agree on that,' the principal answered slowly. 'I think half of the school watches that stuff. We shouldn't look at that stuff.'

'My background picture was this picture,' Clay started as he looked it up. 'Look, this one! It was a picture with George and me. Wait, I took a screenshot from my home screen when I showed George a game name.'

He went to his photos. 'Look, this was yesterday!' He smiled brightly as he showed them his background. 'Look, it's George and me! Sir, I'd have to be a straight A's student if I would have come up with all of this, but you know I'm absolutely not that smart. I tend to forget to bring my books to school every day!'

'He told me that she rapes him a few days ago, sir,' I added. 'Why would he lie to me about that and then I would randomly touch her too? How does that make sense?'

'I know this is about the rape, but she didn't paint any bruises, these are all real. My dad hits and kicks me every day and he pushed me against bookshelves a few days back which caused multiple bruises. I can show it.'

He stood up and lifted his shirt again. 'These are real, they are everywhere. There's bruises on my legs and arms too. And my face.'

He winced as he ran his finger over one of them. 'Look, it doesn't go away. How can I ever get this bruise from falling down the stairs?'

It was quiet for a little and Clay sat down again. 'Yes, I'm a boy, but that doesn't mean I'm a rapist. I'd never touch her with one finger if she wouldn't want it, but she wanted me to do it with her. I didn't want that, I promise.'

'Clay, I don't want to falsely accuse you of anything so I'm letting you go for now. I want the recording on Monday, okay?'

I breathed out and smiled as Clay nodded. 'I really don't want to go to her again, but if I have to I'll do this to be free. She's going to rape me, but I've gone through that about tenths of times now so it's fine.'

The principal seemed to pity him, but Clay stood up. 'I'll try to get it today, where can I send it too if I get it before Monday? I'm afraid she'd delete it.'

'Send it to my email address and to George just to make sure.'

I nodded. 'I'll save the recording immediately when he sends it so I'm sure someone has it.'

Clay walked to the door. 'I don't want to go back to class if I'm honest.'

'I understand that and I think it's better if you don't go back either since everyone is probably really upset right now.'

'I'm going to my girlfriend, I'm going to her house straight away to record it,' he opened the door and I stood up too, going after him.

'Are you sure?' I mumbled when we were at a safe distance.

He looked at me and nodded. 'I don't have a different option,' he sighed. 'I don't want to do it with her again, but maybe I can stop her before she does anything to me. I need to do this, I need proof so we don't go to prison.'

I nodded slowly. 'I don't want you to get hurt...'

'Come here,' Clay smiled as he pulled me closer to him. 'I'm going to be okay, I promise that. After I went to her, can I come to your place? I think it might be best to not go to class for you either.'

'Yeah, I'm going home. Please come to me as soon as possible, okay? I want you to be safe, I love you.'

'I love you more,' Clay giggled softly as he held me tightly and pressed a kiss on the top of my hair. 'I don't care what anyone thinks of us, I love to cuddle with you and hold you tight. You're my soulmate forever. I'm going to be safe and I'll come back to you soon.'

'Okay,' I smiled, letting him go.

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