His Protector | DreamNotFound

Chapter 7

TW: Blood

Karl sauntered through the living room nervously. He had let George go to give him some time alone since he seemed like needing it, but now realized it was the biggest mistake he could've made. He expected him to be back in an hour, but it had been at least three since he left. If he got hurt, or maybe even worse, it was his fault. He could never forgive himself if something like that happened. A bad feeling formed a knot in his throat as he pulled his hands through his hair, placing them on the back of his neck. He had tried calling George multiple times to find out he'd probably turned off his phone as it was playing his voicemail every time. At least, that was what he convinced himself, he didn't want to think about the fact the device could've been broken or left behind.

Should he go out there and look for him? Or would that only make it worse? He felt like a bad friend, he had to do something. Only if he knew what.

Back in the room, the tv was playing. Karl was glancing for short periods at it to keep up with the news. Maybe they had information about where his friend was. Deep down, he hoped for no news. That would mean no bodies had been found and that he was probably well and alive.

'It's going to be okay,' he whispered to himself, 'George is okay, he will be here in just a minute and have an excuse that makes sense.' Karl didn't know if this was actually going to be the case but he needed positivity, and he himself was quite a positive person in bad times, so he relied on that.

He checked his phone again for messages and quickly unlocked it when a notification popped up. He clicked on it to see what it was when all the adrenaline sank in his shoes.

Thunder and storm expected at 11 p.m., we advise you to not leave your house and close all the windows.

Just great. Not only was his friend outside, but there would also be a storm in fifteen minutes. He fell down on his knees, a sob escaping his mouth. He was responsible for everything that happened to George. The level of guilt rose with every minute until it wasn't bearable anymore.

He jumped when the sound of the doorbell filled the space as he darted towards the front door. He unlocked it with trembling hands, missing the keyhole at least four times. When he finally managed to do it right, he twisted it and opened the door. A man, completely covered in black clothes with a black cape surrounding him was standing on his front lane, the end of his blond locks colored dark red. In his arms was lying George, cuddled into the boy's chest. Karl let out a relieving sigh as he saw his stomach go up and down.

He was alive.

He heard thunder in the distance as rain began to fall from the sky. He signed for him to come in and closed the door behind them. Karl helped the male with moving George to the couch, placing a pillow below his head for comfort. A tear left his eye as he wiped the hair out of George's face. The blond, who was much taller than both of them, sat across from him in the chair next to the tv. He placed his hand under his chin and rested his head onto it, keeping his gaze focused on George. Karl found the man a bit strange, but he did save George's life, so he forced the thought out of his mind.

'Thank you, I don't know what would've happened to him if you didn't bring him back.' The male's expression didn't change in the slightest, he just tilted his head a bit. Karl frowned at the odd reaction, but then shifted his attention back to his friend, who was still sleeping peacefully.

He brought back a wet towel to clean some of the blood, seeing the tall man still sitting in the same position. Karl was confused when he didn't see any wounds or other places the blood could've come from on his body.

'What happened out there? Was it the serial killer? Whose blood is this?' He stared at the man hopefully, seeing a smile creep up his face.

'Don't worry, it isn't his.' He couldn't place the tone in his voice as he said so.