You saved me //Dnf fanfic,

Pt 3, stay

I wake up the next morning to loud continuous dings, George is still wrapped up in my arms as I look over on my nightstand to seeing his phone light up every 2 seconds, I decided to simply put it in silent mode so I could go back to sleep,

I reach over George and grab his phone, my eyes suddenly catch the messages he's getting

Uncle David-Where the fuck are you?
Uncle David-You little brat you better have not ran away,
Uncle David-When you come back be ready because I'm not letting you off easy,
Uncle David-You Bitch I wont be so easy on you this time,

And the messages just kept going on, "George?..." I mumble eyes wide in horror, George's eyes lightly flutter open to see me his holding phone, he quickly grabbed his phone from my grasp, with a look of worry on his face, as he sat up, "what did you see?" I'm speechless, he gets up and looks around before walking towards my door,

I quickly get up grabbing him stopping him from leaving "where are you going?" I ask "home" he replies, "we both know you can't George" tears had started to gather in his eyes and run down his cheeks, before he turned around and wrapped his arms around me, tears quickly flooding his eyes "C-clay I don't know what to do"

"It's ok" I say as I rub his back, "it's ok..." we stay like that for a bit longer as his tears still ran down his cheeks, "stay," I say he looks up at me his eyes red and puffy from crying "huh?" He says "stay with me George I'm not letting you go back there," I say "it's not the simple clay I just can't leave," he counters 'I know, I really do, but I can't just let him go back there I cant,'

I think as I pull him into a tighter hug "ok... just stay for a bit longer tho" I say softly, and he does we stay in eachothers embrace, I walk him home still wearing my clothes because his were still soaking wet,I decided to walk up to his door with him this time as we knocked on the door a man probably in his late 40s opened the door,

He carried the strong scent of alcohol, he didn't seem to resemble George at all besides his dark brown hair, his eyes look at me until flickering back at George "where the hell have you been?!" He says angrily, "I'm sorry... I stayed the night at my friends house and forgot to tell you," George said voice shaky, "you forgot?" He chuckled, "you'll never forget again after I'm done," he mumbled under his breath so quit that I could almost not hear him but I did, that's the thing I did...

He then moved out of the way of the door so George could walk in, he did with his head facing the floor, before the door was slammed in my face, I sadly walked home tears in my eyes, I was supposed to be at school right now but how could I when I knew George wasn't going to be there, I eventually got home and spent the rest of my day
crying in my bed,

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The next morning I woke up and threw on some clothes as I rushed to school hoping George would be there, he was... I walk into class and take a seat next to him, he was looking down his hair covering his face, "george?" I say he doesn't respond, I lift up his chin revealing his face, his eye was purple and swollen, and his lip was busted and had dried blood on it his eyes are glossy and I cant help but cry when I see him, pulling him into a hug,

He wraps his arms around me "I'm sorry" my voice sounding broken "im so sorry George I shouldn't have left you, im sorry im sorry im sorry" after school I met George infront the same as usual

"George you can't go home" I say worriedly "it's fine he won't do anything he already.... He already..." I pull him into a hug "George..." we walk home together, George is wrapped around my arms, he doesnt talk, once we get there I watch as he walks inside sadly, 'don't go... come back' I think to myself not being able to voice it out loud tho, I walk home tears keep threatening to escape,

I walk inside to see my sister sitting at the dining table writing something down she looks over at me "what's up with you?" She says, before I quickly run up stairs to my bedroom, George's clothes were folded neatly on my bed, my sister must have washed them, I hold his shirt up to my face as I cry myself to sleep thinking about George