"Recovery" - Dnf

Chapter/8

George had no idea what time it was, but it has been a week, he thinks anyway, that's what the news said,

every day was the same,

wake up in the same sore state,

have food shoved down his throat

Sit in silence,

have more food

Sit in the dark while being beat,

Final meal,

then night time, the time he hated the most,

When it always happened

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today was different,

George woke up during the night , this time topless and his sweatpants were missing,

the man barged in, walking over to george undoing the chains,

"Get changed we have to leave," He demanded

"W-why" Goerge whispered

"They've found us that's why dick! get your scrawny ass changed"

george nodded getting changed before being dragged outside into the car,

the man sighed "baby i'm sorry i didn't mean to yell" He turned to george caressing his cheek,

George moved away, Only to have a slap to the face in return.

george didn't know where they were going, or the date. or anything for that matter

he just wanted to be home, in his own bed.

Georges thoughts were stopped when a car ran straight into them, Knocking the car to the side,

George fell out as the car tipped and rolled along the road, he gasped for air as he stood up,

this is his chance

he ran, he didn't know where to go. he didn't know where he was. the field, it's a little far away from here

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If george knew that the one mistake he made, would lead him to a field staring at the stars,

blood dripping from his hands, lips and slightly from his nose, he didn't know what to do, everything had collapsed all over again.

in fact if his past self self him now, it would be disappointed,

Yes, It.

He's an object.

From the accident head and lip were bleeding, his hand also.

george sat on the grass looking at the stars, he began to cry

and not just cry about being away from his friends

cry because of the situation he was in,

he has to get home. he had to.

he stood up, he knows his way from the field,

the walk home felt long, he was tired and sore,

the blood was dried,

he had trouble seeing in the dark, luckily for him street lights made it bare able,

He stumbled to the house, it was tricky but he got there after an hour of walking, his feet were now sore

he walked up to the door,

and knocked

no lights were on, signalling everyone asleep, non the less he knocked again,

A light turned on, he didn't know from who's room, he didn't care

the door opened slowly, and stood there was the 6 foot tall, blonde haired man.

"Can i help you?" he said, his voice shaky,

"Dream." George said putting us arms around neck,

"George oh my god."

(Short chapter i'm sorry, but the angst doesn't stop here-)