The Mafia DNF\\ Agressive Love

29~ Georges Relapse

(VERY VERY VERY IMPORTANT A/N AT THE BOTTOM OF THE CHAPTER)

TW- a relapse
George's POv

and there i stood, at the front of the mafia house.

watching the man i trusted run away.

karl looked at me and stepped into my path.

"don't do it" he said in a tone iv never heard before from him.

karl was always the sweet and kind. especially caring for others.

but his words now showed me different. he sounded careless and warning.

i looked into his eyes, seeing no emotion or even the slightest caring for me.

i shook my head slowly and looked at the sky

"i'm gonna kill him" i mumbled only loud enough for karl and wilbur to hear.

karl seemed un impressed but disappointed at the same time.

"i really thought you had changed" he said to me before a tear dropped from his eye and he walked past us.

wilbur looked at me with the don't do it expression.

i only looked back to the road and turned around.

i went inside only to clays room. after everything we've been through he had the audacity to run off like that.

he left some decor behind but only papers put to the walls.

i grabbed one from the window seel. it was a football drawing.

i crumpled it up and threw it at the opposite wall.

i felt my face get red and tears falling from my face.

i screamed into the walls around me. i started tearing down all the papers and decor clay once called his. all they where now where rubbish.

someone must have heard me yell because i heard the door knob frantically turn.

"george, george are you okay?" i heard wilbur call from the other side.

i said morning, hoping he would leave.

"george don't make me kick in this door" he said with a slight threat.

"go ahead, more damage to this room the better." i yelled across the room.

i said on clays bed, on the side i slept in. on the best night of my life.

"george. unlock the godamn door" wilbur was starting to become frustrated.

i was about to say something to him but my words where stopped as i heard more footsteps on the other side with wilbur.

i heard some whispers, to quiet to make out what they where saying.

"george" i heard tubbo say as the door opened

"see, that's an invasion of privacy." i told him as he put the lock picker into his pocket.

i laughed at my own words histarically, my emotions all over the place.

i noticed wilbur and tubbo concerned for my well being, then i saw tubbo put his hand into his pocket. just like with luke.

"aye aye, don't drug me again. that shit hurt my brain" i put my hand out in a defensive mode and stood from the bed.

"i'm not going to drug you unless you need it" tubbo said as his hand let go of whatever he was holding. tubbo took his jacket off and walked over to me.

"come on. let's blow off some steam" the younger man gestured for me to follow him as we walked down the hallway.

me only being in sweats and a tank top right now i considered myself ready.

now i assumed we where only going to go to the training rooms which where on the second floor with all the other eventful rooms.

i was right at first.

tubbo clicked the second floor elevator button.

we started going down but before we could stop i pressed another button.

the basement button.

tubbo saw this and sighed, looking over helplessly at wilbur.

there was nothing they could do. they knew that if they got into my way it wouldn't go well for them.

however. wilbur decided to challenge that.

as we stepped out of the elevator. onto the hard cold concrete floors.

wilbur stepped infront of me.

"what are you doing" he asked me while still looking away.

"wilbur if your going to question my decisions atleast look at me while doing it." i told the man who stood taller above me.

wilbur looked into my soul. his brown eyes piercing my brain.

i saw the pain he held behind his face but saw no point in stopping it.

"don't do this george. not like last time" he said to my face.

i only shook my head.

"oh wilbur, i won't do what i did last time. i won't make the same mistake of letting you guys be there in with me" i said to the as i smiled.

i had been walking slowly through the halls, having a destination in mind but them not knowing so.

the last word left my mouth as i took one step back and closed the door.

i was in the fighting arena, made to thin the prisoner population.

i smiled, showing my teeth as wilbur saw what i had done.

"george what the hell." tubbo called from the other side of the fence.

these where the most secure gates in the entire facility. made to hold only the worst of the worst.

i only shook my head and turned around. looking above to see who was in the guard tower.

today's guard was jshlatt, he was the roughest guy in the entire building. known for no mercy.

"unlock the wepons cabinet for me would you?" i said to the man in the control tower.

he looked at me and nodded his head. clicking the button and then the cabinet popped open, almost like a car trunk.

i pulled out my blade and brushed my finger along the blade, feeling the metal pierce my skin but not caring.

little droplets of blood fell from my finger as i closed the cabinets

"thanks" i yelled to jshatt and he nodded in a response.

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slight cliffhanger?

anyways, there was a slight inspirment for this chapter.

the fighting arena coming from the under ground bunker on "the 100" tv show on netflix

george's sword being octavias blade also from "the 100" tv show on netflix.

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