It started with hello~ GeorgeNotFoundxreader

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

-updated 9/20/21- WARNING- this story is extremely cringe (at least to me) because it was my first story back onto wattpad in years.
I have 2 other george X readers that are 10x better if interested.
Please refrain from being rude, keep it nice even though yes, I know I added some cringe shit into this💀 I'm just tired of seeing rude/Ill mannered comments, making me tempted to take the story down as a whole, but not wanting to. Just please be nice!:)

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(hiii, I fucked up a little bit, and want to fix it.
You guys are 18  in this story, along with George and clay. I could've sworn I had written the birthdays already cause I had them marked off- but I guess I forgot.. that's completely my bad but I'm glad I could clear it up. So again, you've been 18 this whole time I just misspelled things-)

-waring: talks about past abuse, murder, and vulgar language, slight nsfw)
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After reading a few comments on dreams post you smile.

You were finally being accepted into the family of fans that they have. Slowly but surly with streaming and such they have taken a liking to your personality.

A tap at the door captures all three of your attention "pizzas here, I'll get it" clay walks out of the room leaving you and George.

A sick feeling begins to arise in your stomach but you weren't sure why.

You deal with this feeling for a few minutes until George takes notice at your behavior.
"What's wrong y/n?" His voice falls light with confusion and worry.
"I'm not sure.. something doesn't feel rig-"

Clay appears in the door way, two officers behind him.

"Hey y/n, these guys wanna talk to you" clays voice was also filled with worry and panic because of the officers.

Glancing at George you try and give him a look of reassurance before walking out to the living room with the officers, leaving clay and George alone.

Taking a seat on the couch, the deputies do the same across from you.

"Do you mind if we record this?" One officer asks.
You shake your head "that's fine."

He places a tiny recorder on the table in between you two, and starts talking.

"I'm sitting here with y/n, we will be talking about the murder of her father and how things were at home, to use against her mother in court... now, y/n, can you explain your relationship with your mother?"

You pause and nearly freeze.
  You didn't care if it would be used against her, that bitch deserved what she has coming, it's having to relive those moments.

Snapping out of your thoughts you clear your throat and glance at the two deputies.

"Hate is a very strong word.. which I why I use it. I hate my mom, I had to actually run half way across the world so I didn't end up like my dad did."
They nod jot things down in a notepad.

"Okay and, could you explain why you hate her?"

"Where do I start. Oh wait, here I'll actually show you."

Standing up, you excuse yourself and run to your room. Grabbing a folder from your dresser, you bring it back out to them and put it on the table.

They grab the folder and look at it together.

Pulling the first photo out they wince there eyes seeing the multiple marks along your skin.

Looking through a few more, they put them back and look up.
"Are you willing to give these over to us, it's all we could need to put her away." They question