Hayloft || dreamnotfound

My Blue Angel

Second to last chapter!!! This one is a long one 😆😐 uhhh good luck love you all!!!!!
Don't hate me pls this is-

TW: Violence, Vulgar language, Mentions of alcohol/drug abuse, Blood/gore, weapons.

This chapter may be a bit heavy, reader discretion is advised.

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Yes, tell her Heaven without her
Feels like Hell tonight
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Clay froze immediately.

George's head whipped around fear flashing across his face as he watched his father stomp into the room. His eyes flashing to the revolver in his hand.

"Daddy.." he said slowly. "Put the gun down."

Martin shot a glare at his son his disgusted gaze turning back to the blonde.

"You." He spat. "I warned you boy. Get your goddamn hands off of my son." The blonde complied immediately in fear as the brunette cautiously climbed off of him.

"What didn't you understand about keep your dirty hands off of my son?"

"I- I um." Mr. found stepped closer.

"Get the fuck up." The taller boy  quickly stood from the bed. Putting his hands up.

"I have half the mind to shoot you right here." He spat. Clay flinched smelling the alcohol on his breath.

"Sir with all do respect I think you should-"

"shut it." He shouted at the boy as he turned the cylinder on the gun.

"Daddy please leave him alone I st-" George cried out as he attempted to leave his bed.

"SHUT THE HELL UP." His father yelled making George bite his lip as the tears pooled in his eyes. "You stay out of this, do you not understand what this tramp was going to do to you?"

"I KNOW DAD! I'm eighteen I'm well aware. What if it was what I wanted? I already told you I did it I started it!" He cried out.

"Well I suppose I'm going to finish it." Martin said scarily calm as he raised the gun pointing at Dream. "Any last words fag?"

Fuck what do I-

The blonde bit his lip in thought before he let his arms drop to his sides. "I'm sorry sir, love your son."

"You disgust me." Martin said as he . The taller boy clamped his eyes shut as he heard George scream. He heard shuffling, the click of the trigger, then the gunshot. His body tensed bracing for impact. But it never came. His eyes shot open when he heard the clang of the gun falling to the hardwood floor.

The brunette stood in front of him clutching his stomach as he stumbled backwards into the blonde boy in shock. Dream opened his mouth for air but couldn't breathe as he panicked at the sight before him.

His eyes trailed down to the smaller boy's stomach as thick red liquid trickled down his abdomen. His eyes shot up to look at Martin who backed away in shock.