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Orange is not really my colour, by the way. These fucking uniforms suck.
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George POV
We were going to visit him.
I told Nick I wasn't ready. But he's taking me. We are half way there and I feel sick. My throat is burning and my eyes just continue to wet even though I'm tired of crying. I haven't even seen him yet.
What if he's changed?
It's been three days since he left.
He's been in there three days. Not much could've happened. Right?
My hands wouldn't stop shaking and Nick kept looking over at me, worry painted across his face.
"Can you just focus on driving? Please??"
"George you look...ill."
"I'm not, okay. Just a little nervous."
"Your hands are shaking."
"Yeah I fucking know that, okay? Just keep driving."
"Okay, okay."
He turned back to the road, lips pursed. He had a lot to say, I could tell. I just didn't want to hear it.
We drove for another ten minutes in complete silence. I had nothing else to say. The lump forming in my throat wouldn't allow me anyway.
We got to a scary looking gate and the next thing I knew I was sat in an empty room behind a pane of glass. There was a bench and a phone. Nick was stood behind me gripping my shoulder, keeping me sane.
I held my breath as I heard a voice say, "Bring the prisoner in."
He came wandering in, hands restrained. He was bruised and bloody. My face crumpled and he smiled at me, not too wide, his lip was split. His hair was especially messy and his eyes looked more dull. His wrists were also obviously bruised and there were bloodstains all over his jumpsuit. He looked different. He looked broken.
He sat down ridiculously fast and the guards took away his restraints. He then reached for the phone. I picked up mine and immediately melted at his voice.
"George! You came."
I tried to speak but I couldn't. I just nodded, tears beginning to fall.
"I missed you."
"You left." I cried.
"I did. But it's for the better."
"Not for me. You said you loved me. If you loved me you wouldn't have left.."
"That's where you're wrong, George. I left because I love you. We have an unhealthy relationship, baby, it was-"
"Don't 'baby' me."
He was messing with my emotions.
"Alright. I'm sorry, George."
"Why are you so bruised? What are they doing to you?"
"It's nothing really, just a few scratches. A little disagreement in the yard that's all."
"I don't believe you. I can't trust you anymore. I just..I.."
He put his hand up on the glass. I blinked, tears still falling. He was this close. But I couldn't touch him. I couldn't feel him. I put my hand up to meet his and he kept smiling. How was he so happy?
"I love you George."
I couldn't take it anymore. I dropped the phone and ran out, not daring to look back. I couldn't breathe.
Sapnap POV
George ran. I'm not surprised. Clay looked like shit. He looked awful. Beaten. Abused. He ran his hand through his hair, the other one was still gripping the phone. I sat in George's place, not maintaining eye contact.
"Hey Nick."
"What were you thinking?"
"I'm sorry I just-"
"He's not eating. He's barely sleeping. He cries all the time. He's never out your room and he's always in your clothes. He doesn't speak anymore unless it's necessary. I don't know what to do."
"He'll get better. He'll get used to it. I need you to take him home, to England. I don't care how much he resists, he needs to be home with his sister. Or even if you get him to his house and you stay with him. Get him away from Florida. All it is is bad memories and he needs to start again."
"Okay, okay. What about you? How do we see you?"
"You don't. I'm not allowing visitor requests from now on. You need to move on, you both need to live your lives."
"Don't do that. Don't cut us off completely. George won't be able to function."
"It's better for him."
Is he fucking stupid? I dropped my head in my hands and thought about it.
"God, this is so fucking difficult."
A guard announced that we only had a minute left. He didnt panic. He just took a deep breath and looked directly at me.
"Just do what I said okay?"
"I will."
"I'll be out before you know it."
"No you won't."
He nodded and sighed, "No, I won't. But please look after George."
"I will."
"I love you both."
"We love you too."
"Be good. Do good."
"I should be telling you that."
"Yeah, I guess you should."
He slowly got up and they reapplied the handcuffs around his wrists. He nodded at me and mouthed, "he's my turning page."
What the fuck does that mean?
I walked out and saw George sat by the car, head in hands. He saw me coming and ran up to me, hugging me.
"We can't come back George."
"Wait- what? What do you mean we can't come back?"
The panic was raising in his voice and his eyes were wide.
"He's not allowing anymore visitors."
"He's what? No, no, no. He cant- he didn't."
He started backing away from me, stuttering and almost falling.
"I just... I didn't say goodbye. Nick I didn't say goodbye. I didn't tell him I loved him. No. No.."
He started running back towards the prison but I caught up to him and held him back. He was kicking and screaming and I almost cried. The guards started coming over because George was making so much noise. I waved them away and they just nodded at me, returning to their position. George sunk to the floor and I collapsed with him. This was all in the middle of a car park but for some reason no one minded. They just avoided us and carried on. Was this normal?
"I didn't say goodbye. I didn't say goodbye."
He was crying into my shoulder whispering that over and over.
"I know, shhh. It's gonna be okay George. It's going to be okay."
He slowly walked over to the car with me and got in. Complete silence. I went to start the car but he stopped me and asked for more time.
I nodded and waited.
He was sat, silently crying.
"Hey George?"
"Mmhmm."
"He told me something on his way out."
He immediately looked at me, intrigued.
"He said your his turning page. What does that mean?"
His face crumpled and he turned away.
"That's our song."
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Another happy chapter 😋😋
I really do spoil you guys huh?