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

Chapter 9

Dream’s Father POV:

I wasn’t happy about my son sending my wife and daughter away from me. I also wasn’t too fond of him leaving the country either. I called him and tried to get answers out of him. He wouldn’t tell me where he was staying but I knew exactly where he was hiding. I booked a plane ticket to George’s house. I didn’t bother packing anything, I would just go to the UK, bring MY son back with me and then go get my wife and daughter. It was time for my flight, so I got in my car and drove to the airport. After I boarded the plane, I was trying to track Clay’s phone to find out where George’s house was. I got a lead! After the flight, I started running towards the house, I wasn’t that far so I was able to run. I finally got to my destination and slammed the door open. I started looking through every room to find them. I found a gun in one of the rooms. I thought I could use it to shoot George if Clay didn’t come with me. Maybe threatening his little boyfriend woud snap him back to reality and knock some sense into him. I continued rummaging through the rooms and all the stuff in the rooms. I decided to look around in the living room before moving on too upstairs. I didn’t see anything. I was about to make my way upstairs but the light flicked on and I saw George and Clay standing by the stairway. I smirked. I tried to get Clay to come back home with me but he refused. I sighed and tried to shoot George but Clay being the idiotic mistake he was, jumped infront of George taking the bullet for him. He fell to the ground and George was quick to hold him. Clay started coughing up blood. I heard George yell ‘Dream’. I ran out of the house, gun still in my hand. I turned around to the sound of an ambulance and then I saw a semi-truck coming towards me. I felt a hard pain and then everything went dark. I remember waking up in the hospital, a woman beside me talking to the doctor. I sat up with a grunt and fell back down on the bed. The doctor and the woman both looked at me. 

“Take it easy.” the doctor said.
“What happened?” I asked.

The woman explained to me how I was hit with a semi and that she had brought me here. I thanked her and asked the doctor when I would be discharged from the hospital. The doctor said I could leave in the morning the next day. I nodded my head, and everyone left the room after we talked for a bit. The next morning, I left the hospital and still wanted to make Clay come back home with me. I hated the fact he left and got his stupid sister and my idiotic wife to leave. I started looking for Clay and George after I went to George’s house and saw that they weren’t there. I looked everywhere for Clay and George until I finally spotted them at the beach. I saw them go into the water, so I quickly grabbed a knife. I quietly walked into the water. I swam over to them, still underwater. Clay finally let go of George and I took that opportunity to make my move. I swam closer to George and grabbed his leg. He yelled out for Clay so I quickly pulled him underwater, dragging him deeper into the water. When I thought he was deep enough I let go of him. He started sinking to the bottom of the water. Clay swam as fast as he could to get George and get up to the surface. Once he had George in his grasp, he just barely made it to the surface. He began frantically swimming to shore. I followed close behind but he swam faster, I couldn’t keep up. By the time I reached the shore, Clay was hugging George, who hugged him back. I made sure my knife was still in my hand. Clay questioned how I was alive and that he saw me get hit by a vehicle. I explained everything to them about how I survived.

“Were you the one that called me so late into the night?”Clay asked.

“Yes.” I smirked.

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

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

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

“GO AWAY NOW!!!” he demanded.

Clay watched George run away. I took notice of the situation and tried to run after George. he grabbed my arm, throwing me hard into the ground.

“STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME AND GEORGE!!!” Clay screamed once again.

I was ready to stab Clay but the police were already running towards me. I tried to run but they got to me before I could start running. They put me in handcuffs and sat me down in a police car. They drove away, me in the backseat. Once at the prison, they put me in a cell and took the cuffs off of my hands and gave me a uniform. They left and I got changed into the uniform and sat on the cot. 

Great. This is gonna be a long few years.