Church boy

Part 19

"You're disgusting!" My bedroom door slams closed behind me and I roll my eyes when it's pushed open. "Listen to me, Clay!" Her voice goes through me, a painful screech of nails on a chalkboard. "No."

Patches' head rises from my bed in curiosity. "You're going to burn in hell! You'll be locked in that horrible place with the other fairies for the rest of your life!"

"Good! Maybe the group of us can have a massive fucking orgy or something!" She gasps, a look of nothing but disgust covering her hideous face. "What is wrong with you?" She spits, steps becoming more aggressive.

"Nothing!" My hands stretch out in a mini shrug. "There clearly is! You're delusional! A disgrace! What on earth compelled you to sleep with the Davidson's boy?" My eyes roll, my back turning towards her.

"We didn't sleep together." I grumbled, and she scoffed. "Because that makes this so much better." I think it does. "They called me not too long ago, they told me you've been fooling around with him. That he's your boyfriend." I turn back around, eyebrows knitting together in anger.

"So fucking what? I like him, okay? I don't care if it's 'wrong' or if it doesn't meet your stupid standards. He's my boyfriend, and you're not changing that!" Her face twists, and her hands close in on themselves to dig her sharp nails into her palm.

"You aren't leaving this house." She finishes, and it takes me by surprise. "What?" I ask. "You're staying in this room, and this house, until I say otherwise. You're not going to church, or anything until I decide you're well enough to go outside." My face drops, a mixture of fear and disbelief painting my face.

"You can't do that." I say, and she laughs. "Yes, I can. You live in my house, and you'll listen to me." I can almost feel my eyes water. "What the fuck is wrong with you? It's my birthday, there's no way I'm staying in this house with you assholes all day!"

She shrugs, heels tapping against my floor as she walks towards the door. "You should've thought about that before." She says, and then she leaves, a soft click of a lock following behind her.

She locked the door.

I don't even have a key for that, it was there when we moved in and I've never needed a key for it. I pull out my phone, ignoring all of the excited birthday texts from Sapnap. I ask him to pick me up, and he instantly agrees, rambling on about how he'll be over in minutes.

I pack a bag. A bag full of everything I could fit. I pulled the large flag from my wall and stuffed it into the bag, I packed my hoodies and some skirts. I take jeans and some sweatpants and then I move onto the struggle of pushing Patches into her pet carrier.

It takes 15 minutes, and by the time I've tricked the small girl into the carrier, Sapnap has been waiting outside for 10 minutes. I toss him my bag off of the small roof and then I carefully lower the pet carrier to him.

"Shit, dude. What's going on?" He asks, watching as I drop down from the short roof. I groan, a shooting pain flying up the back of my leg from my heels. "I'm leaving this shit hole." I grit, and Sapnap smiles. "You staying at mine?" He asks. I nod. "Sweet, are we getting George too?" He asks. I nod, again.

"Say no more." A smirk washes over his face and he hurries both Patches and I into the car before he's speeding towards George's house. How has he not been pulled over yet?

"Have you told him we're coming?" Sapnap asks, having to shout to let me hear him. "No, I didn't have the time!" Sapnap nods and tosses his phone into my lap. "Call him!" I nod and unlock the boy's phone, opening his contacts and finding 'twig arms', aka George.

Sapnap slows the car, the engine dying into a low hum. The phone rings and I watch the contact with my bottom lip pulled tightly between my teeth. Please answer.

"Hello?" A small smile blooms over my face and I sigh in relief. "Hi, George." He shuffles, something brushing over the microphone to make a weird sound. "Dream?" He asks. "Yeah, is there any way you can leave the house?" I ask, and he shuffles again.

"No." I can tell he's close to tears and Sapnap taps my thigh to motion towards the house beside us. "Okay, that's okay." I nod to myself and Sapnap turns the car off to get out.

"Pack a bag, George. Sap is gonna knock on your back door and that's when you leave through the front, okay?" He swallows a large gulp that I could hear even through the phone. "Okay." He answers and I smile to myself.

"We're outside, love." Sapnap holds up a questioning thumb from the side of George's house, I hold up my palm and he nods. "Are you packing?" I ask, only to be answered with a simple hum.

"This is stupid." He mumbles, eating through the silence we had created. "We're stupid." I shoot back and he laughs the same laugh he did the first time we talked.

"I guess we are." He sighs, and I throw a thumbs up at Sapnap. He copies me before disappearing behind George's house. "When you hear the knock, leave." I order, and through the phone there's a soft hum of a loud knock.

"Shit." George whispers, and he shifts on the other end of the phone before filling my ears with his panicked steps. I can hear Sapnap in the background, rambling on about something religious.

It surprises me, seeing as the boy has never spent an hour inside of a church before. His dad isn't religious, actually hating the whole idea of it all. Sapnap moved here with his two dads over 10 years ago, and after one of his dads died in a car crash, his other dad has refused to let Sapnap be influenced by everyone else in this town.

I guess that's why he likes me so much. I hate everyone in this town just as much as he does.

"It's locked." George says, before following up his own sentence with a short, "Never mind." Keys crash into the lock and he's slamming the door behind him before I even register him leaving.

I hang up on him, and then Sapnap runs around from the side of the house. "Go, go, go." He pushes George on. The two run to the car, George climbing into the back with Sapnap jumps back into his seat.

George's parents dash out of the door and Amelia watches from her bedroom window with a some-what proud smile. "Go!" I yell, locking my car door as George's dad grabs the handle. Sapnap locks all of the doors and then he starts the car, shocking George's parents and sending them tumbling back a few steps.

"George Davidson!" The call is muffled through the glass, and George watches in terror as his parents claw and pull at the doors. "Get out of that car, now." I roll my window down an inch, not a lot. Not enough for them to reach me. Just enough for me to rise off of my seat and spit onto the dark haired man beside me.

And then we leave. None of us say anything. My best friend and my boyfriend sit silently with me, a gentle rhythm of music calming the atmosphere.

"Where are we going?" George asks, and I shift in my seat to find an angle to look at him. "My house, you can stay there until you two find a place." Sapnap says. George's eyes linger on the back of his head for a minute and then he turns to me, a questioning look of 'is he telling the truth?' painted onto his tanned face.

"I thought you're still 17?" He questions, and I grin sheepishly. "I'm 18 today." I raise my shoulders slightly in a shrug. His eyes widened and he leaned forward in his seat. "It's your birthday?" He asks, almost too excitedly.

I cringe. I hate birthdays. Especially mine. I nod and he pulls his seatbelt off to dash forward and press a kiss on my lips. "Remind me later." He grins before kissing me again and sitting back down.

I bite my lip, eyes averting everyone else in the car to glance out of the window. Sapnap is silent, until the car stutters and he gags. "What the fuck, George? I just realised what you meant. No!" George breaks out into a laugh while Sapnap stares at the road with a look of pure disgust.

"Not in my house, thank you very much! If you want to fuck, go outside or something!" George apologises, his words broken with laughs. "I'm sorry!" Sapnap gags again, as if a horrible taste lingered on his tongue.

"Gross, dude. Now I can't look either of you in the eye." Sapnap mumbles. Only to receive a small gasp in return. "Patches, my baby!" George awes, hands reaching for the carrier. "Dream, my baby!" I mock, only to receive a glare from my boyfriend.

The cat is more important than me, got it.

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