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•George POV•
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I gained consciousness of my body after feeling a vibration on the mattress. The once pitch black sight was now replaced with a red hue from the ray of light that beamed through the window. My once shut eyes had been replaced with my now squinted eyes. My whole body ached, I felt weak. The vibration on the mattress was synced a "bzzt" noise, it all sounded muffled as if I were underwater. I scooted up, my back hitting the backboard of the bed. My whole body stung, I looked at my arms to see cuts and scratches. I felt numb, yet I still felt so much pain. I held my breath, holding in tears and any verbal noise that the pain was causing. My head was spinning, and I turned to the left and faced my phone, it was my alarm, "Wake up for classes". I pressed stop and exhaled releasing a small wail as I held my arm. I felt a moist texture on it, and when I looked at my hand, it was red, lightly coated in blood.
My face was numb, but I could taste a small, salty liquid. I breathed in an uneven pattern and held onto my arms as I got up. My legs were shaking, and I could barely walk. Come on George, just go to the bathroom, and clean up. Just go to the bathroom. It's not too far. I kept repeating to myself, I was moving my mouth, but no noise came out. As I Trembley walked into the bathroom, I looked in the mirror. I looked at myself, I was shirtless, and on my stomach and neck, there were dark, purple spots, I wasn't sure if they were bruises or hickeys. There were some red marks that made the shape of teeth, but they were oozing out blood from small puncture wounds. I had a black-eye. The sight of my body had broken me; I looked hideous.
I grabbed a small cloth made out of the same material that a towel was made of. I damped it in water and placed it on the cuts, bites, and bruises. Each burned more than the last, I bit my lip as I placed the cloth on my wounds. My whole mouth tasted like copper, like blood. Tears fell down the side of my cheek. What happened? Why does my entire body hurt? Who did this? Why did I let this happen? Questions spiraled through my head, along with the pounding headache that felt almost identical to a migraine.
Once I had left the bathroom, I looked at the sheets on the mattress, they were covered in blood. I instantly got memories of the night before:
Kyler came on top of me...
He started...Touching me...
I told him no...
He continued...
I kicked him off...
He got mad and "taught me a lesson."
The memories had crashed into my mind like a wave. I felt as if I were drowning, and every time I reached the surface of the water for air, a wave threw me back down, and Kyler was just watching, with that stupid smirk he has. I felt humiliated, I felt worthless, I felt weak.
I kept scolding myself in my brain and I searched for a top. I found my light blue hoodie, I put it on and wiped the tears from my face. My body burned, and each step I took felt like I was walking on thumbtacks. The pain was unbearable, I shifted my feet across the room, as I walked towards the bedroom door. Leave his dorm. I kept repeating to myself. I opened to door and shuffled past his friend who was asleep on the couch. Another one of his friends was sitting at the table, he glared at me, and I looked straight down, hiding the tears, bruises, and cuts. Not that he would care if he saw them or not.
I opened the door to leave the dorm, I walked down the hallway, I was already late for my 1st period. I wiped the tears from my eyes as I walked into the classroom. Everyone turned to look at me, as well as Kyler who sat at the back of the class. The teacher raised an eyebrow and frowned, "And why are you late?" He crossed his arms. "Sorry...My alarm...didn't go off." I lied, to which he tapped his foot a few times, "You used that excuse 4 times in a row, detention on Monday." He ordered. That word made my heart drop, I gasped quietly to that and sighed before making my way to the empty seat next to Kyler, he obviously was saving it for me. "You dumbass, you couldn't think of anything better? You worthless fag." He scolded me with a smirk he always does when he knows he said, or done, something that hurt me. I whispered, "Sorry" but he just frowned and looked back at the teacher.
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It was a Friday, and so that meant we had the weekend off, and I had a date with Kyler tonight. I'd usually be excited to see him, but these past months, I haven't really been too happy to see him. After everything he's done recently, I think I have a good reason not to want to be near him. I frowned, he's my boyfriend, I'm supposed to enjoy this, he's my first boyfriend, the first person I've dated for that matter, and I'm the third; I think, person he's dated, he knows more about relationships. I sighed, but even I know that I need to be happy in the relationship, and I'm the exact opposite of that. As I walked into Kyler's dorm, his friends which were once there have now left. I walked into Kyler's bedroom and could see him examining the blood on the sheets. I got nervous as I opened the door more, causing it to creak. Kyler looked at me and threw the sheets at me, "wha-..." I stammered as I held the sheets, "Clean up your fucking blood," He snarled at me to which I looked down and mumbled, some-what loudly: "It's not my fault." Kyler turned towards me and stood in front of me, "What was that?" He put his arms at the side of the door, blocking my exit. "I said it's not my fault!" I yelled at him. My heart dropped when I said this, my mind was flooded with instant regret and I took two steps backward before Kyler had punched my stomach, forcing the air out of me and I fell to the ground, holding my stomach. "Talkback to me again, I dare you." Kyler threatened me with a smirk on his face. As I unevenly breathed, coughing occasionally, I could just imagine the new bruise. Tears fell down my face, after around 3 minutes of crying on the floor, my stomach hurt less, so I got up, picked up the sheets, and left to the public laundry room.
As I walked in there, I was alone, no one else was inside the laundry room but me. I walked over to the washing machine and had paid $5 only to wash it. As I sat on the floor with my back against a wall, I was watching the water splash around and could see an occasional red mark go past the glass. The door creaked open and I could see a blonde with green eyes walk in. He seemed to be around 3 inches taller then Kyler, meaning he was around 6'3. He walked to a washer with a basket of clothes he dumped in, then started the washer. I looked down as I held my legs to my chest. I heard some noise to my left but ignored it until a soft, deep voice had called out next to me, "Hello...?"
I perked my head up and looked at the guy who was now sitting next to me. His hair seemed like a dirty blonde in the light, but when it was dark it would turn into a light brown, he had forest green eyes and freckles, he looked...hot...No George, you have a boyfriend. He smiled and had dimples on each side of his cheek "I'm Clay!" He put his hand out for me to shake. I giggled, "You don't have to be so formal." I smiled as I shook his hand. "I'm George." "What year are you?" He asked me with a smile. "I'm a Sophomore, how about you?" I answered. "I'm a Junior." He said with a proud smile. "Oh, do you know Kyler?" I asked because Kyler was also a Junior. "I've seen him around." he shrugged. "What's with the eyepatch?" He chuckled as he pointed at the covering I had over my eye to hide the black eye I had. "I just got hit with a ball." I chuckled, I felt horrible for lying to the guy I just met, but I don't want anyone to try and help. He went up to my face and was about to take it off, "Do you mind?" He asked, I looked down and mumbled, "No..." He took it off and examined my eye. "Come with me to my dorm." He said with a smile as he put the bandage back on. I pointed at the washing machines to which he shrugged, "It'll only be a few minutes." He said as he helped me up. I nodded and walked with him. While we were walking to the east dorms, he grinned at me, "You're so short." He laughed. I crossed my arms, "No I'm n-..." I cut myself off, I've learned that talking back was bad.
He opened his dorm and it was much cleaner than Kyler's. There was someone sitting on the couch watching TV, he looked over at me and Clay. "Oooh~ Who's this~?" He teased Clay. "Shut the fuck up, Nick." Clay frowned at the guy who I assumes name is Nick. Nick laughed and went back to watching the TV. Clay pointed at a bedroom, "Go in there." He said with a friendly smile. I nodded and did so. The room looked exactly like Kyler's, just more clean. I sat on the bed and frowned at the thought of what I saw when I woke up. After around 3 minutes, Clay walked in with an icepack. He took off my bandage and placed the icepack on it. "hold it there." He waited for me to push it onto my eye, to which I did so. "Want anything?" Clay asked with a warm smile. "No thank you, "I replied with a smile. Clay chuckled, "And you told me not to be formal." I looked at him and grinned, "Being polite and being formal aren't the same thing." I replied. Clay shrugged, causing me to giggle.
After talking and getting to know each other, my eye started to feel better. "What time is it?" I asked. He looked at his phone, "uhhh, 11 PM." He replied. I gasped, "I-I need to go...!" I started panicking as I quickly got up. "Wait, George!" Clay called out as I ran out of the room. "Sorry!" I answered back as I ran out and went to the west dorms. I ran into Kyler's dorm, and he was sitting on the couch looking at his phone. He looked at me and got up with an angered look. I backed up from him until I hit the wall. "You missed our date, and now you don't even have the sheets!?" He yelled at me as he put his hand around my neck, he wasn't choking me, but his firm grip was painful. I tried to pull his hand off of me. "I-I'm sorry! I can go g-get it!" I stuttered. He let go of me and pushed me out of the dorm, causing me to fall onto the concrete, tearing the knees of my pants, leaving my knees a little bloody. "Bring me the sheets in the morning." He looked down at me and frowned. "what...?" I looked up at him confused. "Find somewhere else to sleep, Fag." He said with his stupid smirk forming before he slammed the door on me. I stand up and laid my hands on my knees, as they were burning. I didn't know where to go, nor did I know anyone other then Kyler. I walked to Clay's dorm, I'm not sure why, but I already trusted him, but at the same time, Kyler was nice just like him before. I knocked on the door, and as I thought of Kyler before he turned into...his true self, tears filled my eyes, as some slowly inched down my cheek. The door opened and I could see Clay standing there. "George? You're back?" He asked. I stayed quiet. "Can I...spend the night here...?" I asked, still looking down hiding the tears. "Uhm, sure I guess." He replied. He moved out of the way and I just walked inside.
He held out his hand, to which I placed mine on top of his. He grabbed my hand softly...with such care. He leads me to his bedroom and I sat on his bed. He sat in front of me and I held my legs to my chest. "What happened...?" He asked after a few seconds of silence. "My boyfr-...Kyler got mad at me." I replied as wiped my eyes before looking up at him. Clay frowned, "You can stay here as long as you want." Clay grinned. I smiled, "Wheres your bathroom...?" I asked. He pointed a door across the hall. I nodded and got up as I made my way over to it. I grabbed toilet paper, dampened it in water, and cleaned my knees. I walked back to Clay who was looking at his phone. He looked up at me, "Alright, you sleep in here, I'll sleep on the couch." He said with a smile. I felt bad, "You don't need to do that...I'll just sleep on the couch." I smiled as I fidgeted with the sleeves of my hoodie. "You sure?" He asked to which I replied, "I'm used to sleeping on the couch." I chuckled. He frowned at me and we stayed silent. I sighed, "Alright, goodnight..." I smiled. He smiled back and I left to the couch, where I slept.
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