Sam sighed and ran a hand over his face. His boyfriend George was out later than usual. Samuel never really saw himself as the kind of person who was overprotective or the kind of person in the relationship who said stupid crap like, "You were 2 minutes late, what? you got something on the side?.' Now Sam would never react like that usually, but George was 2 hours late. Samuel was getting nervous, George liked to arrive early usually, but occasionally he likes to be fashionably late. This was not fashionable. The man began to pace around his sitting area, he couldn't do anything. Currently, George had 6 missed calls and 21 unread texts from Sam. George might be hurt...or worse... Sam shook his head, he didn't want to think about it, he already had tears beginning to form in his doe eyes. Sam picked up his phone, seeing if George had replied, or at least read them, just then the door opened with a creak, only seconds later the door with slammed shut. Samuel ran towards the noises in panic. There was George standing there. He didn't look like he was at his best though. He was drenched in water, his lip was bloody, he had a black arm, and a gash on his cheek. Not to mention, he was covered in dirt. He was clearly shivering too. Samuel immediately ran towards his boyfriend.
"Oh my gosh, Georgie what happened?"Samuel panicked, placing his hand on Geoge's shoulder.
George shrugged off Samuels' hand and scowled, "Just leave me alone Sammie.
Samuel opened his mouth to ask him why, but George had already left his field of vision. The tears Samuel had been holding back came out, streaming down his face. He rushed towards George's room, trying to help his boyfriend. He twisted the doorknob a few times. It was locked. Sam crumpled up onto the floor, a sobbing mess.
George shrugged off Samuel's hand and scowled, "Just leave me alone Sammie."
He ran to his room, trying to keep the water from his eyes from falling. He slammed his door shut. He twisted the lock. He let the tears escape.
He took a wrong turn, that's how it all started. There had been two thugs, who were just waiting for their next victim, turns out George was that victim. Afterward, George was still too weak to walk, and it was just his luck that it began to downpour. He went home, and now he was crying with his back against the door, but he didn't know Sam was on the other side of the door, crying even harder than George.