I Am a Familiar Creak In Your Floorboards

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Hope you guys enjoyed reading the last chapter. Surprisingly I wrote most of this in one day because I just had an idea and it worked with the flow. Hope you guys have been well!

Sorry if there are any spelling mistakes or stuff like that. Just a quick thing, I may not post the next chapter this week as I'm posting this one now but if you guys really really want it, please don't be afraid to comment on this chapter or just dm me maybe. 

Slight warning, there's swearing in this chapter so if that's something you don't really like reading then you can just cut out those words :) 

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                                                   George's POV

                                                 (4 years later)

My chest began to ache.

"How could you do this Dream!?" I said, cutting off the conversation in front of me.

"How could you fucking do this to me!?? Y-You out of all people Dream, you promised, you fucking promised!" I spat.

The sharpness in my voice cuts right through the air space surrounding us.

"George, what are you talking about? Are you alright?" Dream asked, slightly dazed. Turning around to face me.  Almost speaking in whispers.

After a moment to take a deep breath, I lock eyes with him.

"I can't believe this, I told you, I told you in trust, you said you would be okay, you said everything was going to be okay" My fist curls up, containing my anger the best I could.

Eyes swerve to look our way, secretly hoping a new fight to record would happen.

"George..." Dream calmly breathed, "How about we talk somewhere else?" He looked deep within me, wishing this didn't happen in front of the dozens of students surrounding us.

I shot my red, swollen eyes around, people taking a step back.

Dream reached out, gently placing his hand on mine.

"Don't fucking touch me" I snapped, snatching my hand away.

"Just... Just follow me okay? Let's go inside and talk about this oka-" Dream says, trailing my face for an answer.

"Oh so now you want to talk? What about all those weeks of silence you gave me, and now you want to talk?!" I scowled.

He lowered his voice, looked downward towards me. "George, don't do this, let's just go inside."

My eyes widened to his cold, unfazed tone.

He turned his body around, looking back, expecting me to follow

My throat tightens, releasing my fists open.

I should have never trusted you.

I trailed behind him, others watching intently as we both entered a quiet room, alone.

I close the door behind me shut.

The dark room lightened as my eyes adjusted. 

I looked at what I thought was the black outline of Dream's body.