"I...Love You Dream" (DreamNotFound)

Chapter 6

Dream POV:

“DREAM!!” I heard George yell.

I looked behind me and saw the mysterious figure pulling George back into the water. I lost my grip on his hand and he started to go further into the water. I began desperately swimming to him, he went under the water and I took a deep breath and went under. I saw him struggling, trying to get out of the man’s grasp. I almost had hold of his hand but he was pulled down further. I started to panic, he was going to drown! He stopped struggling and his eyes began to close. Shit! I thought. The man dragging him down, soon let go of his leg and swam away. George started lifelessly sinking to the bottom of the beach. I finally reached him and grabbed his hand, quickly swimming to the surface. As I hit the surface of the water, I began frantically swimming to the shore. Just a bit more and we will be there! I hit the shore and dragged George onto the sand. He laid there lifelessly. I knew I had to do CPR, so he had a higher chance of survival. I first checked for pulse, it was hardly notable but there was still a slow, steady beat. I put one on his and wrapped my other hand on the one laying on his chest, I took a deep breath. I pushed down aggressively, I paused for a second, pushed again, another pause, another push. I got down closer to him, making our lips collide, I blew oxygen into his lungs, not having much success the first time. I did it again, push, pause, push, pause, push, pause, then blowing oxygen into him. It didn’t work so I did it once more. He shot up, coughing and tears rolling down his face as he coughed up water. 

“GEORGE!!” I yelled.

“D...Dream?” he said crying and scared.

I pulled him into a tight hug.

“I DID IT!!! YOU’RE ALIVE!!!” I beamed.

“What happened?” he asked, not yet remembering what had just happened.

“Uhh, you were pulled into the water by a strange man with a knife, I came swimming after you, he let go of your leg as you sank to the bottom of the water. I had to give you CPR...” I reminded him, seeing if he would process the information easily.

“Oh...Right...I remember now...” he said, cuddling up against me.

I wrapped my arms around him and laid my head on his.

“You’re safe now, you don’t have to worry anymore...” I tried assuring him.

“That’s what you said before, well, that happened.” he said, not believing me.

“I know, I’m so sorry, it’s all my fault I should have swam faster, I could’ve stopped this from ever happening, it wouldn’t have happened if I didn’t wanna go swim with you!...” I yelled at myself, starting to tear up.

“It’s not your fault, you hear me!” he yelled.
I nodded and cried on his shoulder. That’s when I saw him. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the man that almost killed George! I looked at him, holding George closer to me. My gaze fell upon the man as I stared in horror. 

“FATHER!?!?!?” I yelled.

“Hey...son, long time no see!” he replied.

“I.am.not.your.son.anymore.” I said through clenched teeth.

*Chuckles*”You don’t have a choice.” he told me.

“How are you alive?! I watched you get hit by that vehicle after you shot me!” I snapped.

“Well, you see,  I was trying to shoot your little boyfriend over there-” he gestured to George, making me hold him tighter.

“Back off!” I shouted as he walked closer to us.

“Anyways, I ran out of the house and yes, I was hit by the vehicle, but as you and George drove off in the ambulance, a chick from across the street rushed me to the hospital. I managed to survive. Now here I am.” he continued.

“Were you the one that called me so late into the night?” I questioned.

“Yes.” he smirked.

“I still haven’t killed George yet, you belong with me Clay. Now let’s go or George is DEAD!!!” he demanded.

“NO, NOW BACK THE OFF, BITCH!!!” I screamed.

He started toying with the knife in his hand. He walked over to George. I pulled George away and stood up. 

“GO AWAY NOW!!!” I demanded.

I dropped George my phone with a message on it to run and call the police. He looked at me to confirm, I nodded. He got up grabbing my phone and started running. I watched him run, not taking my eyes off of him until I knew for sure he would be safe and my father wouldn’t run after him. Father took notice of the situation and tried to run after George. I grabbed his arm, throwing him hard into the ground.

“STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME AND GEORGE!!!” I screamed.

He managed to get up, I pushed him back down to the ground and while doing so he grazed my cheek with the knife, leaving a trail of blood on my face. I held him down for a few more minutes. Before I knew it the police came running up to me and father, George followed close behind them. They grabbed father as I let go of him, putting him in handcuffs. 

“LET ME GO!!” father screeched.

I ran up to George, giving him a hug and making sure he was okay. He hugged back and after we pulled away, he gave me my phone back. I smiled at him and that’s when he noticed the cut on my face. He must’ve known how I got the cut and he knew I was okay, since the cut wasn’t very deep and it was small.

“You sure do get hurt a lot huh?” he giggled.

“Yeah, you get used to it after getting hurt so much.” I joked.

*giggles*“Come on, let's go home and clean it.” he gestured towards the car.

I grabbed his hand, holding it close to me, I quickly gave him a soft peck on the lips, and we walked to the car, not letting go of his hand. I let go as we got into our seats. The drive home wasn’t quite interesting, instead it was quiet. George let me drive since I was more stable than he was, it being understandable seeing that he had almost drowned. I noticed George was worried about something, so I put my hand on his thigh, not looking away from the road. I looked at him from the corner of my eye and when I put my hand there, he jumped and looked at me. I laughed as he seemed to calm down a bit. We got home and I carried George into the house bridal style. He got changed and cleaned my cut and soon after, patching it up with a bandage. I got changed as well and crawled into the bed. He turned towards me and I kissed him lightly on the nose and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer to me. 

“Good night, I love you, Gogy!” 

“Good night, I love you too, Dreamy!” he giggled.