《Tws:》talk of being high and drunk, abuse, police, smoking, hospitals, similar themes :D
[George's pov:]
It had all turned to hell since last night. My dad got high and drunk and threw many things at me. I didn't even know what to do. I just let it happen. Im in so much fucking pain as my alarm goes off, ringing through my poor ears.
I sniffled as i pressed the alarm off. I got out of bed, placing my feet on the warm carpet, instantly falling over as my legs gave way.
"Shit." I mumbled as i stood back up, gaining control. I walked to my wardrobe, shoving sweatpants and a hoodie on with struggle. I wasn't going to school. I would simply just skive.
I pulled my hold up, ignoring the sweating hot weather. I grabbed my cigarettes, money, lighter, and phone before shovinv them all in my pockets.
I ran downstairs, past my unconscious father, before rushing outside. I walked as my legs ached below me. Slowly, i made it to the skatepark. I sat on a bench and began smoking and going on my phone. The sweet smoke entered and left my lungs as i inhaled.
I heard kids talking and saw people in my school walking towards the building. I ignored all of them, focusing on one thing and one thing only, cigarettes.
I smoked them, one after another, feeling the few minute high before back to normal. I took the last one out the broken box and threw the box on the floor, walking to the shop.
I walked in, and the same guy was there, i sighed as i walked round and grabbed three packs, i layed them on the desk as he inspected them.
"23.67 quid." He mumbled as i grabbed out the money i had stolen from my dad.I placed it on the table and took the packets as he looked me up and down.
"Yknow kid, it won't help." He said with a half sympathetic look on his face, his still emotionless face remained, however.
"Dont care." I mumbled and went to leave.
"My name is Schlatt. Yours?" He asks as i turn back around.
"George, now fuck off im not going to quit." I grumbled as i went to the door.
"Good luck, kid, honest." He said before i left, going back to the skatepark.
I sat down, legs drooping into the bowl as i smoked again. I couldn't do it anymore. Id gone past my limit years ago. I'd had enough.
I grabbed my two packets, which remained, and then quickly walked home.
I slammed open the door and saw my dad groggily stood there.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE." He yelled, walking over as i shut the door. I couldn't respond. I felt like my breath had been taken away.
1 smack.
3 punches.
10 kicks.
5 punches.
Repeat.
He didn't stop for a whole hour. My limbs were numb, blood was covering my scars, bruises were pasted on top of old ones, yet i stood still. It wasn't worth it.
I wasn't worth it.
The pain was so much i thought my plan might've worked. Maybe he would finally end my life.
It's such a shitty way to go out but better than living.
And then he grabbed a knife off the side.
"POLICE OPEN UP."
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Promises ||Dreamnotfound/Geam||
FanfictionGeorge, an ordinary 17 year old boy. Or that's what they thought. George constantly goes through pain with his foster parents and has severe trauma from his birth parents. When he is forced to move to America for his 'dads' work, he develops unhealt...