Don't Look Back //Dreamnotfound fanfiction

Chapter 4

For plot convenience, the ages were altered:

George-19
Dream- 21
Sapnap-20
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George felt his blood run cold.

He wasn't particularly scared, just intimidated. He had no clue who this guy was or what he'd done. It was petrifying; to say the least...knowing someone is dangerous, but not knowing why.

Dream approached him, his manner was smug and enthusiastic. When they were merely inches apart, the taller man reached down and tilted George's chin up with a gloved hand.

"Hmm...you have nice eyes." Dream commented. Despite the terror he felt as this man towered over him, he felt his heart give a slight flutter, only for a moment. He still didn't move or utter a word. He didn't dare.

Dream dropped his hand from the brunettes face and turned back to face the desk that was positioned at the back of the room. "I assume Sapnap sent you here to receive your first assignment, yes?" He asked, acting as though they were good friends and not captor and prisoner. George just nodded slightly, refusing to look up at the masked man. "All I need you to do for now is go deliver a special... package ...a client ordered." The hesitation in Dream's  made George pause for a moment. He nodded again, unable to get any words out of his mouth. "Speak when you are spoken to." Dream hissed, malice lacing his voice and a force of dominance that made George shudder. "Y-yes..." he choked out, wondering how a soft spoken man one minute could change to something more aggressive in a matter of seconds.

"Yes what?" Dream growled.

"Yes s-sir" George stuttered in response.

He hated how weak and helpless he sounded. He definitely wasn't outgoing and strong natured, but he at least knew how to stand up for himself.

"Good." Dream said, sliding a package from the desk towards himself. He tossed it up in his hand for a second, before turning to George and lightly throwing it at him.

George fumbled to catch the package without dropping it, and held it close to his chest. "Make sure nothing happens to it. If something goes wrong, you will take the fall." Dream sneered at him, making a tingle run down the brunette's spine. "Yes sir..." he said.

"Mm good. You may leave." Dream said, sharply.

George silently slipped out, finding Sapnap waiting for him outside. "Hey. Hope he wasn't too hard on you." He teased, earning an eye roll from George. Sap just chuckled and looked up at him again. "Mkay you better get going. Don't want to be late to meet the client." He said, nudging George a bit. The shorter boy turned back, confused. "Aren't you nervous I'll just run away with the package?"

The smile dropped from Sapnap's face as he grabbed George's shoulders, a cold look over his face. "Trust me. You don't want to cause issues for Dream. You'll regret it, George." He said, with a tone that made the brunette shiver.

Sapnap reached a hand into his back pocket and pulled out a small piece of paper with an address scribbled in messy handwriting.

"This is where you're 'spossed to meet them." he said, scratching the back of his neck. George just assumed that he meant the client for the package, and nodded. "Thank you Sapnap. I'm gonna head out now..." he said, before hesitating and looking around. "Um...where is out, anyway?" He asked, a little appalled by the question, seeing he had been taken there against his will.

"Down the hall, take two lefts, then a right." He said as he shoved his gloved hands in his pockets and began to walk off. George glanced back at him, lingering for a moment. To say Sapnap was attractive was an understatement: he was fucking gorgeous. Deep down, George reprimanded himself for internally complimenting one of his captors and shook his head, following the directions Sapnap had given him to the outside world.

When he opened the door, it felt unreal at first. For the last- maybe 24 hours, George assumed he would never see the light of day again...yet here he was.

For a moment, the thought crossed him to just make a run for it; to escape while he had the chance. Where would he even go? Back to his parents? The one that got rid of him for some extra cash? Yeah that sounded like a great idea.

George sighed and ran a hand through his chocolate hair, breathing heavily as he glanced back at the address. He didn't have a phone or anything, so he reluctantly walked to a bus stop to find a map. He trudged down the street, watching family's and couples walk past him, blissfully unaware of his suffering. A mother and a father walked by him, carrying a young boy on his shoulders. They were all laughing.

George felt his heart sting. The memory of happier times with his family came flooding back. He missed it, those short lived moments he held so dearly in the times of hardship. His broken family; the one he clung to so closely.

They got rid of him.

Reality settled in like a brick to the face, George finally being able to process the insanity of the situation. He choked back a sob, stumbling behind a building and felt salty tears flow down his already bruised cheeks.

His mom, the woman who raised him...the one who hummed soft tunes to him when he was scared, the one who gave him pecks on the forehead anytime he was sad, the one who tucked him onto bed at night and cuddled him close whenever he was tired.

His father, the man who built his character, the one who walked him through every sport there is to know and taught him kindness and compassion for others.

The ones who were supposed to love him.

They were liars. Hypocrites.

George's apathy turned to blinding anger as he realized how much it hurt him. George could be dead for all his parents cared. He really meant that little? He tried to remember everything he ever did; every thing that made them upset, trying to figure out where he went wrong. What made them stop loving him.

The little accidents turned to blazing fights that would echo into the night. The constant reminder of the financial struggle. Why did they ever do this to him? Their own son?

George didn't hold back this time. He let out a sob, fueled by agonizing pain from loss of those who cared for him. He slid to the floor, unaware of the setting sun. He couldn't care less if he died there, or if they would kill him for not delivering the package, knowing it wouldn't make a difference to those who were supposed to care.

He kept trying to get up; he had a job to do. However, the weight of the world became unbearable, even for a strong willed man like George. His head spun and he felt his mind become heavy. He cried for what felt like hours before he felt himself falling asleep. The world flickered, and he wondered if he was dying. The pain in his heart was so unbearable and he wanted it to stop hurting. As his eyes fluttered shut, he heard approaching footsteps and a soft, soothing voice calling his name. The voice was loving, like honey dripping from the hive, it was sweet. He felt only comfort as his world slipped into darkness as arms slipped around him. In this moment, he found his last thought very peculiar.

His last thought being about Dream.

a/n
Sorry if this chapter wasn't very well written, i really wanted to get one out so it may have been sloppy 🥵😫

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