TW: abuse, angst 

George slammed his bedroom door behind him, shaking the wooden floorboards and the foundation of the battered, run down home as he did so. His blood was boiling, he was shaking with pure anger. Seconds later, his step father stormed in, almost breaking the door in half. Tears streamed down the brunette's pale, glistening skin. All he wanted to do was leave, and never come back.

"If you slam the door in my face one more time, believe me you'll-" George cut him off, raising his voice, which was filled with pain and angst.

"Get the fuck out of my room! I never want to see you again, okay? I'm leaving, I hate you!" George cried, jumping up from his bed and grabbing a large backpack from his wardrobe.

His evil step dad watched and laughed, before storming over to him and grabbing the collar of his tear-stained t-shirt, catching George off guard. "Leave, I dare you. But think about your mother, I'll find you George," he threatened.

George shoved the large, heartless man away from him, "get out."

He chuckled before finally exiting George's room, clicking the door shut. George fell onto his knees and cried into the palms of his hands. He was a mess. He was going to leave, but he didn't know where to go. All he knew was that he had to get out of the house. George tried to pull himself together, slowing his breathing a little and grasping the backpack in his cold hands. He didn't pack much, except a few spare items of clothing, a phone charger, his wallet and a water bottle. George walked to his bed side table and picked up his phone, switching it off and pocketing it. He didn't want his mom to see him leaving, so he strolled to his open window.

The cold, frosty night time air of Winter in Florida hit him instantly as he stepped outside. The streets were quiet and empty, and George had no idea where he was going. He tightened the backpack on his back and walked across the sidewalk unsteadily. His deep brown eyes were blurry with tears and his body was bruised and sore. George soon forgot about the concern of where he was heading, and he just walked. He never wanted to return back home, and if worst came to worse, he could sleep on the sidewalk and sort something out the next morning. The moon was bright and full, lighting up the gloomy town. George could hear the crashing, violent waves of the ocean getting closer as he continued to walk, staring at the puddled ground.

George begun to shiver, so loosened his backpack and stopped on the sidewalk to pull out a hoodie, a jumper, sweater...anything to keep him warm. He searched frantically in his backpack, and couldn't find anything except a few t-shirts and several pairs of sweats.

"Shit," he cursed to himself, "how the fuck have I forgotten a hoodie? For fucks sake, what is wrong with me?" George broke down and fell onto his knees. He cried, for a solid fifteen minutes. His life was a complete mess. He had no friends to stay with, since his only friends were online. George finally rose to his feet and he started running. He ran as fast as he could towards the beach, tears flowing in the cold wind. His skin was numb from the cold, but he was still shivering. He ran and he ran, until his feet finally met the sand. The tide was far out, luckily, but George probably wouldn't have cared if it wasn't. He curled up on the sand, under the moonlight and cried. His breathing was uncontrollable and his lips were turning a pale blue colour. George used the backpack as a pillow against a large rock and stared out into the deep, scary ocean. All he wanted to do was escape, but he had no where to go. He'd rather live on the streets for the rest of his life than go back home, which was a horrible thought for George, but he knew it was better than ever speaking to his step dad again.

George cried himself to sleep that night, his thoughts drowning him. Absolutely nothing in his life was going well, he just wanted to curl up into a ball and die. He felt like there was absolutely no reason for him to be alive.

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George was woken by a large, cold hand grabbing his wrist and pulling him up into a seating position. His heart started to pound immediately and he was completely disorientated. Before even wondering who was squatting beside him, the previous night came flooding back to him. He had ran away, and had cried himself to sleep on a beach. George's delicate face was still moist and red from crying all night. His eyes were puffy and tired, his body was in agonising pain and his head was weak and unsteady. George rubbed his eyes, trying to refocus his vision on his surroundings, and turned to see another man sitting next to him.

The man was very pretty, he had messy, medium-length dirty blond hair that drooped over his eyebrows and the tips of his pink ears. His eyes were like little emeralds, although, in George's eyes they were a yellowish-grey colour; still beautiful and mesmerising, though.
George stared into the man's eyes, and was almost star struck by his natural beauty. His face was sharp and pretty, and his skin was much tanner than George's. He was a good five inches taller than George was, so he slightly toward over the brunette.

"Do you want to come with me? I don't mean to be an asshole, but you look really bad. It's freezing out here, and you're in a t-shirt. Have you been out here all night? I'm Clay, by the way," Clay introduced himself kindly.

George hesitated, he was taken back by the whole situation, thoughts still filling his brain from the previous night. He was shivering and could hardly talk, "I-I'm George. Y-yeah I've been here all night, I-" George hesitated, before completely breaking down and crying into his palms. Clay patted him on the back awkwardly, but it made George feel an ounce better. "I'll come with you, if that's o-okay."

Clay nodded, and helped George up from the ground. His legs were still partially numb and he could hardly walk. The complete stranger put his arm around George's back and supported his weak body until they reached Clay's car.

hellooo, thank you for reading the first chapter :]
i don't know how long this story is going to be, but i'm really excited to write it :]
just so you know, this story will have chapters that contain nsfw content and the whole story is kind of an angst story but i'll put TW's above chapters if needed :]

remember to eat something, drink water and take care of yourself today, i love you.

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