(Y/n's POV)
"Do you not understand me when I say my child is missing?" "Ma'am, he's probably just out with his friends."
"I thought police were ACTUALLY supposed to help people" "We will find your son for you."
They hang up on me. I'm trembling, barely able to stand up without support.
Where is he? Max has been missing for seven hours already and nobody seems to care.
"Y/n?" I hear George running towards me. "What's happening y/n?" "Max, he's gone."
"How?" "I went to pick him up from school and he wasn't even there."
"How do you even lose our child?!" "Are you really fucking blaming it on me George?!"
George apologetically strokes my hair, but I smack his hand, not needing his comfort.
"Y/n, it's going to be fine, he'll be home," I break into tears, staining Georges shirt with tears.
Time skip~
The police have found a body that matches Max's. "Is this your son?" I clutch onto Georges shoulders, not wanting to look at the body laying on the table.
"DON'T YOU GUYS FUCKING GET IT? MY SON ISN'T DEAD! HE'S MISSING."
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George/Joji Miller Imagines
Fanfictionahh the beautiful fandom of George / Francis of the Filth / Joji Miller. these are just lil cute ( n naughti hehe >;) ) imagines of u n the majestic georgieo. nyways thanks4reading and I hope you enjoy :) started on August 20th.
