School was over and Clay didn't take any time at all to get out of the building full of students. As he ran outside, he saw Clarance. He was going to go straight to George's place, but he felt as if this was more important. An invisible force drawing him to the red head who laughed with his 'friends'.
"Oh, hey Clay." Clarance looked at Clay up and down, seeing how emotionally weak he was right now. "What do you want?"
"What did you do to George?" Clay asked not wanting to have any kind of small talk. He already knew Clarance had done something as the red head squinted his eyes in fake confusion.
"What do you mean, I did nothing."
"No, you had to of done something." Clay looked around at the group which surrounded Clarance and him. They all silently laughed. "What the fuck did you do, Clarance?" He now asked, his voice was stern and strong.
"I told you Clay, I didn't touch your boyfriend. Maybe you did something. How about you deal with your issues before blaming other people." Clarance barked back. Clay looked to the ground. There was no way he did something. All he did was go use the bathroom. Even before that, all he did was be there for George. Was he being too clingy, too protective? Did George need a break?
"No, I didn't do anything. There's no way I could have done anything."
"Mhm, yeah sure." Clarance rolled his eyes, only pushing Clay's buttons to the breaking point. Clarance had the knife plunged into Clay's head, twisting it right and left as he played with his thoughts.
"What the hell, Clarance. If you're so sure of yourself, why don't you stand up to your actions." Clay stepped closer. His anger growing. He poked his finger on the red heads chest, pushing him back, "Hmm? Why don't you?"
"I-Uh, that's not up to you." Clarance avoided eye contact. He knew Clay wasn't scared to hurt him badly. He would do worse than George if he wanted. Clay was a gentle giant but when one of his closest friends get hurt, he turns into the monster of the story.
"Yeah, it is. Especially when it's one of my friends. Fuck! It's my boyfriend!" Clay now stood above Clarance. Pushing his shoulders with every word. He didn't want a fight but if it came down to it, he wouldn't mind.
"Back off!" Clarance shoved back, but Clay only came back harder causing Clarance to fall to the ground. Clay smiled when Clarance looked around at his peers, only to find they had all stepped back to let the fight continue. He looked back at Clay, a frightened look on his face.
"Fine, fine! I'll tell you what happened to your precious boyfriend." There was another look that was also on his face. That look was unknown.
Clay reached down to help Clarance up. Even if he was angry and would literally kill the boy on the ground, he was a kind and soft person. Clarance slapped his hand away and got up himself. Everyone in the group sighed, sad a fight didn't happen.
"So, what happened?" Clay asked, his tone softer now. He put all his concentration onto Clarance. Even if what he said was false, it would at least give him a clue to whether George was okay or not.
"Well, while you were in the bathroom. I saw George. I was just going to walk past, I had already gotten in trouble enough today, but your boyfriend called me over. So, I walked over to him. His expression, if I'm remembering correctly, was a flirty smile. When I arrived at his side, he grabbed my hand and spoke about how sorry he was and how he could he make it up to me. I told him he didn't have to do anything. But he insisted. So, I told him a kiss. Just one simple kiss would be all I wanted. I would leave him alone after."
Clarance cleared his throat. It was so stupidly clear that this was all a made up lie, "So, he did. He gave me a kiss right on my lips. I stood there for a bit as I was just joking, but his eyes filled with tears, and he soon ran off. So, I left. That was all I saw of him."
Clay's fists were clenched, his knuckles bright write against his tanned skin. It couldn't be true. George wouldn't do that. He couldn't do that. Clarance wouldn't be that nice to George in the first place. That whole thing had to be a lie. If it for sure was, George was not safe.
Clay wanted to punch the red head right in the face. He wanted to punch his guts till his mouth bled and he puked. He wanted to kill the boy.
He kept this all in with a simple inhale and exhale.
"Whatever, I don't believe you. Fuck off. I don't want to see you around me or George. Actually, I don't want you to be around of my friends. Lay a hand on any of them and you'd better be prepared to run across the state. You need to learn how to pick on people your size."
Clay then turned on his heels and began to walk away from Clarance and his peers. He mumbled a faint, "Fucking, shit eating, fleabag." through the silent, angry tears which fell from his face with a cold wet rain.
I need George. I have to find him. I have to be with him.
As soon as he got into his car, he started it, listened to the engine awaken, and then drove in the direction of George's house. The rain poured down and he had the radio on as well. Even if the radio could be heard, every noise that was audible was muffled and unclear.
He then came up to the same blue and seemingly empty house. He looked around before getting out of his car, seeing no other cars in the driveway. As expected. He got out, his hair becoming instantly wet as the rain pelted down and soaked it. He didn't bring anything with him, not even his phone. He didn't even think to text George that he would be coming, but would George even reply.
He first walked up to the door, knocked once then twice. No answer. He bashed on the door, hoping it would fall. It didn't. His next thought was to look for an open window. Maybe George's window would be as he normally liked the cold weather and the sound of the rain.
Just as Clay had hoped George's window was open. Only issue now, was that it was on the second floor. He looked around the house for a good five minutes before finally finding a ladder which he could use to get up onto the first-floor roof. From there, he could get into George's window.
So, he did just that. He was scared shitless, being scared of heights didn't help much when he had to skim the roof towards the window. He had many mini heart attacks every time his foot would slide before getting a grip and stopping.
He eventually made it to the window, it was partially closed but he was able to slide it more open after popping the screen off.
Soon enough, Clay was in. This felt terribly wrong. He just practically broke into someone's house. Even if it was for an important reason, he still had a cold sweat on his forehead, as he snuck around the bedroom.
When he looked at the bed and found it empty, he kind of freaked out inside. Was George not there? Could George be somewhere else?
He continued to look around the room for any more clues. He looked on his desk, seeing nothing. He looked on the bedside table, still seeing nothing. He gave up looking around the room, thankful he didn't see anything he didn't want to see.
((^^Note: not anything dirty. I feel like I shouldn't have to say that but whatever))
Clay began to walk towards the door, seeing the mirror which hung from it. He looked at himself. He looked terrible. The dark lighting created false shadows on his body. The rain which still poured heavily down outside, had made his hair curl and become all messy. His clothes were wet as well, a once baggy and warm hoodie was now wet and fitted to his body. His eyes were bloodshot, full of pain and aching from crying. Underneath his eyes were dark circles.
No wonder George is always so self conscious, this mirror makes you look terrible.
He sighed and pulled open the door. Immediately, Clay was drawn to the light which shown through the bathroom's door. It was cracked slightly, brightening the dark hallway. He walked slowly over to the door, scared to what he would find behind it. His breath was shaky as he pushed the door ajar, almost blinding him as more light lit up the faded hall.
((CW: Self Harm Mention))
Then he was met with a dreadful sight. A sight which no one wishes to ever see.
Their friend.
Their loved one.
On the floor.
Razor in hand.
Blood on the floor.
Fainted.
Almost dead.
No will to live.
Tears wetting their face.
"George!"
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End scene haha
Also! Daily uploads are back!! Realized I made way too many prewritten chapters, so yeah!
If I remember correctly, next chapters are fluffy/sad! So no more angst really, not for a little bit at least.