Good Things Never Last

Chapter 34

Italics = Dream's/Third Person POV

I got to my feet and sprinted towards the door to greet the boys. The trio was revealed when the door burst open.

George's goggles were cracked, but they still sat on his head. His hair was a mess, and a bruise was forming on his cheek, as if he'd been punched. His armour was now completely covered in mud from the wet grass.

Sapnap's face was lit up with a happy smile with a hint of mischief. His bandana clung to his brow, keeping his unkempt hair out of his face. His knuckles were completely covered in oozing blood, but I couldn't tell if it belonged to him or someone else.

Dream stood in front of the other two, hood down and axe still clutched securely in his hand. He was also much cleaner than the other two, although there were traces of blood splashed across his gleaming armour.

A smile slowly appeared on my face at the sight of the three lads alive and allegedly well, but before I could utter a word to any one of them, a tight hold was placed around my wrist and I was dragged away by the masked man.

He quickly led me down the stairs and into his room, making it difficult for me to keep up.

"What's wrong?"
He didn't respond or even notice my comment; instead, he continued marching towards his room, unlocking the door and virtually throwing me inside.

I stood just in front of the doorway as he slammed the door and began to pace, his eyes fixed on the ground and refusing to make eye contact with me.

"Sit"
I did as he said, walking over to his bed and popping myself on the side of it, never taking my gaze away from him.
"So you can talk"
Only the sound of his feet striking the floor could be heard, not the snarky retort I was expecting.

"Y/N"
"Clay"
He abruptly stopped pacing and turned to face me.

"L'manburg still isn't giving up their fight for independence"
"What? Did you expect that they'd get into one fight with you and then give up everything they've ever worked for?"
He completely ignored my comment and resumed his pacing in front of me.

"Sapnap and George visited them earlier, only to see how they were doing. From what I understand, they didn't mean any harm"
I nodded in agreement with what he was saying, trying to figure out where this conversation was going.

"Tommy being Tommy got aggravated by this..."
I clenched my hands subconsciously, staring holes in the back of the masked man's head.
"If any of you mother fuckers lay a hand on my brother, I swear"
"Before anything got out of hand, Sapnap came to get me, although Tommy did manage to get a pretty good hit on George"
The bruise on George's cheek was caused by my younger brother. I was proud of him for sticking up for what he believed in. My face lit up with a smile, but it vanished as soon as he started talking again.

"At my arrival, I asked to talk to Wilbur about the situation both our sides were in at the moment"
He came to a halt and gave me a short glance before continuing.
"This seemed to annoy your brother even more, especially when you were mentioned, so he began to shout curses and whatnot"
"Classic Tommy"
He glared at me before continuing yet again.

"He wants to fight me"
As I waited for the masked man to continue, I froze, the colour draining from my cheeks.
"He wants me and him to have a 1v1, a bow stand-off at dusk tomorrow"
My mouth was hanging open. I thought that Tommy wasn't that naive. I knew he was well aware of Dream's abilities. The teenager could hardly shoot a bow the last time I checked.