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Chapter 13: I deserve this.

George's POV

George stormed out of the room, not looking back. How could Dream have been so cruel to him. He didn't want to think about Dream, not for one second more. He didn't deserve to live in George's mind, not anymore.

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George's flight was set to take off later that night. He remembered frantically asking Karl to help him find the earliest flight, knowing he couldn't take seeing Dream anymore. He didn't ever want to see Dream's face again.

George spent his last day packing to leave and watching old youtube videos of him and Dream.

Am I making the wrong decision?

He missed their friendship. Before the fight, before Dream's feelings.

Before George's feeling.

Voices in his head told him that he liked Dream just as a friend, but it was quite evident that he was falling for him. He hated it. He hated how Dream could take him away from the real world, and make him feel so safe. That wasn't how it was supposed to be.

George was supposed to hate Dream.

After hours of tears and red eyes from watching old videos of the two, there was a knock on the hotel door, signaling it was time for George to leave. He took a deep breath and gathered his things. He went to the car and said goodbye to Florida.

He said goodbye to Dream.

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The trip back to Europe had been nice and relaxing, finally getting away from all the drama back in Florida. George had re-rented his apartment from before he had moved in with Dream, so it was easy settling back in.

The first week was the hardest. It was hard switching from being with friends to being alone. He tried talking to Sapnap, but he was often too focused on Dream or other friends. George could tell Sapnap wasn't the happiest with him. No one was.

George was scarcely ever on social media for the first week, trying to stay on the down low. He wasn't ready to answer questions of why he was back in his room, and not Dream's. He decided to go to sleep and spent most of the week doing just that. George didn't get much rest though, because he cried himself to sleep every night.

After being back in his house for 1 1/2 weeks, he was finally getting back into the groove of things. He was getting ready for his first stream back, and was surprised to hear a loud back on his front door.

George stood up and walked to his door. "Hello?" There was no response. "Can I help you?"

After some silence, George decided to open his door. He wasn't expecting his dad to be on the other side.

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George started up his stream, making sure to turn his camera off. He didn't want his fans to see him, plastered with blood. The cuts on his face wouldn't stop bleeding, no matter what he did. George considered just not streaming, but after the months of practically doing nothing, he was running low on money. It was his job after all.

After 2 hours of speed running, George ended his stream. He had been holding in tears for so long, and checked to make sure he truly had ended his stream before crying tears on pain. How did his dad even find out he came back? The last thing George remembered before waking up on the cold floor of his apartment was his father's words.

"I told you to never come back."

His dad had punched him and endless amount of times, causing George to black out. When he woke up, he instinctively went to call Dream, slowly realizing that now, he couldn't. George cried for hours, scared for his life, until going to bed at around 8pm.

George woke up to more banging on his door. His breathing becoming rapid, he slowly made his way to the front door again. George heard his father screaming various words, sending George panicking.

"Get out her you little fucker! Thought I'd teach you a lesson since yesterday's didn't do the job! You should have never came back. I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU."

George ran for his phone, only knowing to call one person. Tears rolled down his face as he hears his front door getting kicked.

"Please pick up." George pleaded.

"Please pick up. I'm so sorry. Just pick up. Please. Dream. Please pick up. Please. PLEASE!"

George was sent to voicemail just as he heard his front door get kicked down. He collapsed to the floor, not even trying to escape the beast who was coming to kill him.

I deserve this.

Word count: 780

a/n: Sorry this one is shorter than usual! I just wanted to get this in. I know this is still a cliff hanger, but tomorrow I promise you guys will get some clarity :) Also, WHAT! 600 reads? I love you all so so much.

-tally <3