Running with a murderer (Schlattbur) (DISCONTINUED/REWRITING)

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It was slowly getting dark.

George sat at the table. Tears running down his face.

He haven't picked up toby yet but he had to soon, but not after talking to clay.

How could his own husband do this and not tell him? The anger and sadness mixed together made it worse for the poor husband.

George knew he should be furious, but at the same time sad at the fact the man he loved did this to him, or did that horrific thing to the couples friends.

George didn't know what was going to happen, but it doubts this will end well.

He heard keys jingle.

He's here.

The front door opened widely, there stood a cheerful Clay with a hand behind his back.

He walks inside and shuts the door, smiling.

" I got off of work early hun. " he said " and I thought about– " he looks at George sitting at the table, tilting his head as he looked around;

" oh… is toby asleep? "

" no. "

Clay hums " where is he then? " the taller asked " Darryl's. " he nods and smiles again, oblivious at the fact that his husband was crying " I got you something~ " he said getting closer to him.

Clay moves his hand from behind his back revealing a bouquet of roses.

" I know how much you love roses hun~ so I got them for you! " George looks at the roses " like em? They were on sale at– "

The roses were slapped out of his hand, being thrown onto the kitchen floor, petals scattered all over the ground.

Clay was shocked, turning towards his husband " What the fuck was that about– " his eyes widened now looking down at his husband, tears streaming from his face as he made small whimpers.

" g-george? why are you crying?? " he looks at his hand, seeing it bloody and wrapped up " w-what happened?? Did you cut yourself?? What's the matter gogy?? "

He lightly touches his back, George immediately shoves his hand away.

" George– "

George stood up, slapping him across the face. The slap echoed almost throughout the whole house at how hard he slapped him.

Clay's eyes were left widened. He slapped him. George slapped him across the face, it was something he's never done before. He was shocked at the sudden outburst, furrowing his brows as he faced the little man;

" WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! " he yells. George stares at him " YOU DON'T THINK I WOULDN'T FIND OUT CLAY!! YOU THINK I WOULDN'T KNOW WHAT YOU DID!! "

" WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT! " he yells back with full confusion " YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!! "

" NO I DON'T!!! "

The british male furrowed his brows " THEN DOES THIS RING A BELL CLAY?! DOES SENDING A POOR BOY BOY NAMED TRAVES AND HIS FRIENDS TO THE HOSPITAL SOUND FAMILIAR TO YOU!! DOES IT CLAY!! " he shouts.

The taller stood there, shocked and quiet.

" THIS WHOLE FUCKING TIME I THOUGHT YOU WERE OUT HERE HELPING PEOPLE AND JUST WORKING!! I INSTEAD HAVE TO FIND OUT THAT MY HUSBAND IS OUT HERE HURTING PEOPLE!! " Tears fell from his eyes non stop;

" YOU PUT A POOR BOY ON FUCKING LIFE SUPPORT ALL BECAUSE OF YOUR STUPID FUCKING ACTS!! "

Clay stares down at him, face filled with anger " I WAS DOING MY JOB GEORGE!! " the blonde yells " AND KILLING A INNOCENT MAN WAS DOING YOUR JOB?! SENDING A POOR NINETEEN YEAR OLD BOY TO THE HOSPITAL IS DOING YOUR JOB?! "

" THEY WERE WITH THE KILLERS! THE ONES WHO KILLED THAT YOUNG BOY!! " Clay said as he towered over his small husband " SO KILLING THEM IS YOUR BEST WAY TO TEACH THEM?! WAS ARRESTING THEM AND GETTING THEM LOCKED UP NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU!!! " he yells back, staring up at him.

The two stared at each other. The intense tension filling the air as they just glared at one another.

" you don't know what I've been though George. You don't know how fucked this case has been! " he shouts " WHAT ABOUT COOPER AND TED!! "

What…? Cooper and ted–

" Cooper and Ted?? " clay asked confusingly " THAT COUPLE YOU AND TECHNO BEAT UP WHILE YOU WERE INTERVIEWING!! WHAT ABOUT THEM!! FROM WHAT THEY EXPLAINED YOU AND YOUR PARTNER JUST WENT FUCKING APE SHIT ON THEM!! HOW ABOUT THAT!! "

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" TELL ME CLAY!! TELL ME SINCE YOU HAVE A ANSWER FOR EVERYTHING!! " He didn't say anything, George teared up nodding. He walks around clay as he made his way to the living room " G-George please just hear me out about this!! I-I was just doing what I was told– "

" WHAT, SO NOW YOU'RE LETTING TECHNO TELL YOU WHAT TO DO AND YOU'RE GOING TO LISTEN LIKE THAT?! " George shouted " THEN IF YOU LISTEN TO HIM SO MUCH WHY DON'T YOU MARRY HIM INSTEAD CLAY!! " clay furrowed his brows " CAN YOU SHUT THE HELL UP AND LISTEN TO ME!! "

" ABOUT WHAT EXACTLY! ANYTHING YOU NOW SAY I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF ITS TRUE!! I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF I CAN TRUST OR BELIEVE YOU ANYMORE CLAY!! " he cried " YOU HAVE A SON FOR FUCK SAKES AND YOU DO THIS BEHIND MY BACK! BEHIND TOBYS BACK! HURTING PEOPLE AND SENDING THIS TO THE HOSPITAL WHEN THEY DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!! "

Clay looks at his husband, walking closer to him " babe please I– "

" Pack your shit and leave. "

His eyes widened " w-what?? George you can't be serious. " George didn't respond " GEORGE YOU CAN'T BE KICKING ME OUT BECAUSE OF THIS!! " he yells " THEN WHAT DO I DO THEN?? REPORT YOU AND GET YOU LOCKED UP! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT CLAY!! "

Clay felt his eyes get glossy;

" g-george please, I-I don't know where to go! Who am I going to stay with gogy! " he cups his husbands cheek, George looking up at his with red puffy eyes " that's a problem you have to figure out yourself. "

Clay caressed his cheek " please George, don't do this… "

His heart pounded.

He didn't want him to go, he hated the fact he was kicking him out.

But clay needs to learn his lesson. So thats what George is going to do.

George nuzzles into clays hand, gripping his wrist, before pulling it away from his face, looking away from him;

" pack your things and leave… I don't want you here with me… " he whimpers painfully at the end " what about toby! What about my son George! " he shouted, his voice lightly cracking " I can't leave my kid alone! "

The British looks at him " thats why he has another father, " clay stares at him " please george. " George backs away, moving himself away from his hand with his back facing the taller;

" get your things, and leave. I don't wanna tell you again. " biting down on his thumb to hold back a whimper.

Clays eyes widened, a tear falling from his eye before furrowing his brows. He stomped his way to the front door, opening and slamming it closed with force. Everything around the door shook, even a picture frame with all three of them in it.

George stood there for a couple of minutes hearing the car speed off.

He dropped to his knees and sobbed loudly to himself. He still loves clay but he couldn't have a man like him stay in a house with him for a while.

Clay did this to himself.

Nobody is responsible for his decisions but him.

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Yes he still does get toby.