Chapter Thirteen | Dream!

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~George's P.O.V~

~play music when I tell you :)~

I woke up to loud banging on the door, I was still holding tightly onto Clay.

"You don't think it was them, right?"

He whispered to me, I turned to him.

"I hope not"

I was scared and so was he, the banging continued for a bit until the door was rammed open. He quickly got up blocking me, It was Clay's father, I panicked.

"WHAT THE HELL CLAY! WHY WOULD'NT YOU OPEN THE DOOR!"

His father screamed, making him shake, grabbing ahold of me.

"We were busy"

I instantly stood up, protecting the boy. His eyes were filled with fear.

"I need your help outside. Are you coming or do I need to drag you and who the hell is this!"

He yelled again.

"I'm"

I started but I was interrupted.

"We are coming alright. Just give me a minute."

Clay spoke up.

"Alright but if you're not there"

He looked at Clay.

"We will be."

He answered quickly, we watched as he left, and Clay turned to me.

"We have to go, or he will literally kill us"

He frowned, He was scared, terrified even.

"But Clay?"

I was filled with worry.

"We will be okay, if we just listen to him"

He frowned.

I put on my new glasses and we went downstairs, and he led me outside.

"Welcome to my dad's place."

He frowned all the memories clearly coming back to him, I wanted to admire the world around me because it was so different to me because of the glasses but the situation made it hard to do so. His dad walked up to us with an axe in his hand.

"How good is whoever that is with an axe?"

His dad asked, we looked at each other.

"Good"

Clay quickly answered, not letting me respond.

"Alright he can chop down some wood while you help me put pieces together"

His father looked at Clay sternly.

"Alright"

I looked at him as his dad walked away, Clay turned to me.

~Play music now~

"What are you saying! That's a horrible idea!"

I panicked watching Clay closely.

"I know, but I know my dad. It's the only way I can assure your safety, you'll be far away from him"

He smiled shyly, trying to hide the pain in his voice. He did not want me to go.

"Will you be okay by yourself?"

I asked but I knew the answer.

"Yeah... I'll"

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