For everyone asking, no, George is not the reader's father.
Language warning.

Y/n pov

As soon as it started, it was over. The man was gone, had been for a long time. I had been laying there for a long time, fear and pain keeping me chained to that spot. His intentions were clear as soon as I saw it, saw the knife. If I moved even slightly the wounds would open, more blood would cascade down. The man handed said anything while he did it, he didn't laugh, he smiled, and he cut. The jagged, angry lines across my chest screamed out what had happened, the word "bitch" cut so deep it would produce a scar that would never fade. At some point, the door opened, the instant fear that followed was overwhelming. 
"What the hell happened here?" 
I relaxed. No, that's not the word, I went limp, somehow both physically and mentally. The newcomer walked into my field of vision, ah, what was his name? Dylan? It wasn't exactly the best person to see, but it was better than that man coming back and... continuing. I looked at his confused, shocked face for only a second before my eyes dropped back down, lids heavy, threatening to seal my fate. Maybe I wanted that. Maybe I wanted death to claim me, maybe I didn't? I was so confused, so... so tired. I didn't realize what was happening until I was picked up. The action caused the crusted wounds to snap and reopen, blood bubbling to the surface. I yelled out in pain, thinking suddenly that it would happen again. Who was holding me? It was him, wasn't it? It had to be! I started thrashing, but it only caused more pain and blood to flow, which caused more panic. 
"Stop! God, you're going into shock."
I only did stop when I realized just how exhausting it was to struggle, tears still managed to push their way out, though, and I still shook violently. Scenes suddenly blended together, I couldn't tell where I was anymore, I heard people talking, but the speech was as if it was slowed down, dragging on and on. And somewhere along the line, it stopped, it all just became pitch black. I had passed out. 
When I awoke, I was met with a blinding pain. I gasped and screamed. Or I tried too, all that came out, however, was a pained moan. 
"You're awake."
Yet another different person, but the voice was soft and calming. "Can you hear me? It's Danny, you're in my room." I wheezed as a response, trying to look around and see where he was, then trying to get up. "Stop that."
I was getting tired of all these "stop"s and all these waking up in different rooms with different people.
Danny did help me sit up, only to coax me into taking a handful of pills (which I fought) and a glass filled with water. "You can hear me right?" he asked again. I managed to nod.
"Okay, good, after what happened your body went into shock, the pills you took should help with the pain. The, uh, wound itself was pretty bad, all I could really do was wrap it up. I'm sure you'll be fine."
"That's a... a shame." I coughed out. 
"Are you hungry?" 
Thanks for changing the subject there, Danny.
"No."
"Are you cold?"
"I'm fine. Are you done?"
The man frowned, "Do you want me to leave?" I nodded in reply, watching him hesitantly rise and walk towards the door. 
"I'll check in on you in a while, give you more pills and such." He paused at the door, "Also, you're in my bed," He grinned, "I'm sure there's room for both of us, though." The door shut. Almost instantly, I attempted to get up. A yelled out in pain, glancing towards the door. But the knob didn't move. After a few more failed attempts, I gave up, pulling the blankets close instead. What would I even do if I could get up? waltz out of the room and out the front door? Assuming everyone was gone of course. The pills started to kick in, my eyes started to close. But it was as if it was only a second, my eyes opened to be met with Danny, more pills, even food, and I went back to sleep, it happened once more. The last time I woke up, Danny didn't have anything, instead carefully getting in the bed beside me, keeping to himself thankfully. 

When I woke up, I was met with cold eyes. The man who, the reason I was like this, stared down at me. Seeing that I woke up, he smiled, "Good morning. Well, afternoon." Sitting up a little too quickly, I scrambled away. 
"Hey, hey," He cooed, crawling onto the bed after me, "Don't be like that, come on." Hitting the wall, I gasped in terror, helpless as he came closer. he stopped just inches away, resting on bent knees. "I never caught your name." He murmured, speaking as if nothing was wrong. I didn't say anything, staring back. "Not going to tell me? That's okay, I already know. I thought it would be more polite to ask, though. Do you want to know my name?" Again, I didn't dare speak or move, afraid if I did it would set him off, and history would repeat itself. 
"My name's Jorel. I meant to tell you when we first met, but, well, I got a bit excited," He laughed softly, the act made me shudder. Jorel smiled again, "They left. Out on a little mission. And they left me here, like a bad dog getting put in the kennel. But it's not that bad, they left you here, too." He shifted himself, sitting beside me in a casual manner, "I graciously took it upon myself to look after you. Does it hurt?" He looked at the gauze that covered the mark he made. I cowered away from him, quickly realizing I couldn't stay silent forever, "No," I whispered. Jorel snickered, "Don't lie to me, Y/n. I know how deep I cut, I know those pills aren't doing shit except fucking up your head. Now I'll ask again: Does it hurt." I squeezed my eyes shut, nodding this time. I expected the man to do something, to hurt me in any way. But he didn't, he only went on, "They told me not to go near you. They knew I would, you know. And they still all went and left you alone. With me." 
I finally found my voice, "What are you going to do?" 
"Oh, you finally speak. I'm feeling a little calm today, so nothing too crazy." He shrugged, "I could drug you, that would be fun. Or I could, I dunno, leave you alone." I glanced at the man, almost hopeful. 
"But," 
That small amount of hope just fell down the drain.
"I never do anything for free, but what could you possibly give to me?" 
I closed my eyes again, quickly realizing it wasn't a question, he knew exactly what he wanted, and he knew he would get it

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Woah, foreshadowing I wonder what will happen?
God, I'm sorry guys, if anyone still reads this shit.
You know, this started out okay-ish, but then my anxiety took it over and I had to go in and change everything. And guess what? I fucked all of it up. I let my emotions take over and I went and made everyone bat shit crazy, now I'm stuck with this shitty ridiculous plot. The people who still read this deserve better, I don't know.
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I know I don't like it.
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I'm sorry.