Rain

7

Chapter 7:

!TW! Attempted sexual assault, eating disorder talk, homophobia
(Also! Dreams sisters are not drista or any minors they are both 18 and he is the youngest but their dad forces them to stay ok enjoy)

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING GET THE FUCK OUT YOU CANT DO THAT TO HER I DONT CARE WHO YOU ARE SHES CRYING AND YELLING AT YOU TO STOP GET AWAY FROM THIS DAMN HOUSE YOU DICK."

dream shouted at the top of his lungs. His sister was looking at him with such hurt helpless eyes, a ass hole boy standing above her trying to touch her. A few tears falling off her face the boy quickly hurried out the door behind dream, dream giving him the death stare like he was about to kill him and everything he loved in all universes and dimensions he lived in.

As soon as the boy had left dream rushed over to his sister crying on the floor barely breathing correctly. He hugged her, gently, but with strong emotion. She sobbed into his shoulder, wetting his sweater. He broke a bit when he heard a small whimper from her. What had happened? Why was she even home? It was 1pm she was supposed to be at work, right?

Who did this to his sister?

He slowly let her out of his grasped and looked at her with such deep concern. She looked at him back and nodded, understanding he needed answers.

"His name is tomi parker. He had threatened me at work," she hesitated for a second. "And then told me to bring him to my house, because if I didnt he would do terrible things. I was terrified so I obeyed. I think he was going to," she sobbed a little, "I think he was going to rape me dream."

She cried a bit more. Dream Sat there trying his hardest to comfort her. She sniffed and looked at him,

"I'm sorry you had to see that, but thank you dream, thank you Clay."

He blinked a few times. No one had used his real name since his mom, Left. He didnt even think Nick knew his real name. It made him sad. Whenever his dad used it it felt illegal, but he only did it to piss dream off. It was just another thing connecting him to his mom, and he loved her, but he had to move on.

He looked at her sympathetically, she may have been a whole 9 and a half months older than him. But he always looked out for her. She had picked up a ed a year after their mom left and she still hadn't recovered. dad didnt even know, she was alone in it all and was always weak and helpless. She wanted to get better, but how could she in this mindset. She hated where she was. She was old enough to move out, but she just couldnt. Their dad had access to all their bank accounts and social platforms of any sort. He always threatened to ruin it all if she or her sister left. Dream wanted his sisters to be free, but if they left they would be more stuck than here.

It was suck a fucked place to be in. dream had promised his sisters when he turned 18 he would take them all to The U.K. and they would all live in Brighton and go to the beach every weekend, Together without any of the problems here. Get them all new things, new lives, away from their dad, from the burden of this damn town. It was their dream. He was their dream.

I guess that's why dream used that name now. It was special to them all.

"Your welcome sully."

He gave his sister one more squeeze
And slowly lifted he from the ground, holding her bridal style and smiled at her. She gave him a smile and held tight giggling. He took her up the stairs being careful in each step as to not drop her, and opened the first door to the right releavling her's and his sister Elena's room. He laid her down on the bed and tucked her under the covers booping her nose when finished. She smiled and ruffled his hair, barley reaching the top of his tall figure, then turned to her side to sleep. He fixed his hair and walked across to the door, grasping the brass handle and shutting the door behind him quietly and going to the other side of the hall to his room.

God the fucking nerve of that kid

Dream thought to himself.

Dream didnt want to go to sleep now. He was in a that pissed and rebellious state that many teenagers have when in a moment like his. He decided to get up, go for a walk, maybe grab his skateboard. His mood change made sense but was unexpected, but what was so different about that?

Practically impulsively, dream rushed to his window, opened it and climbed down the old gutter that didnt work anymore. Once hopping down unscathed, as usual, he skipped to the bush he hid his skateboard in, and rummaged around finally grabbing it, rushing to the half wet half dry road. Placing his board in the road he put one foot on the back middle of it and pushed off, feeling the wind on his face. It wasnt a lot, but enough to feel on this spring day.

Splashing through a few puddles along the way he thought, not cluttering, annoying thoughts, but rather of memories of that morning (and afternoon, it seemed). Instead of overthinking it, he simply embraced the feelings that protruded him, sensing them creep through his veins and electrocute his nerves.

It was a good feeling.

It felt like years of this, really, it was a simple 20 minutes. He didn notice a single landmark, it was only him.

As he continued to ride, not pondering where, he noticed a little bee, and looked to where it was going pausing his riding to watch the little creature. As his hazy eyes followed it, it reached the familiar fluffy brown hair of the boy he had just been thinking about. He looked closer focusing his eyes to see him at the door of a house, opening the door after staring at the handle for a bit.

He saw the boy go in, and a gut feeling told him to follow.

So that exactly what he did, while humming a familiar song, bubblegum.

A/n: THE SONG IS BY CLAIRO GO LISTEN TO IT ITS GORGEOUS OK BACK TO THE STORY

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As a little bee flew by his face, George reached his front step and looked down to the door handle.

Open It. Now. Hurry before someone sees you staring. Open. It.

He told himslef, then with a swift movement he twisted the handle and pushed the door open, feeling a bit more confident this time, for whatever reason that may be. Smells of pot wafted into his nose tinting his clothes and hair with the discusting smell.

Of course

He thought. He held his breathe and walked to his room, counting each step to calm himslef.

Just, breath, quietly so they dont hear. Come on, almost there, alright now grab the door handle, twist, come on-

"Where do you think your going you little shit?"

George's breath hitched.

All of the sudden, he felt something warm fill his stomach, but not the nice kind. Right then and there he threw up, all over his brothers shoes (that were most deffinatly stolen).

"WHAT THE FUCK YOUR A DIRTY WHORE YOU GAY SON OF A BITCH YOUR PAYING I DONT CARE WHAT I HAVE TO DO YOUR GONNA BE PUNISHED..."

He just kept going. Although, instead of being discusted, or scared of his brother, he smiled. No no not because he was happy he puked all over his deserving-of-it-brother, but because he saw the curious little eyes of the boy, Dream staring at him, a bit confused and concerned through the window, skateboard in hand.

He saw him blush a bit once them made eye contact, or maybe that was his eyes going blurry.

Completely forgetting his brother clearly right there, he walked away from his screaming brother, all sound drowned out. Only dream. His dream.

However, before reaching the light, he felt a hand pull him back into the darkness.

Or rather, hit him, back.

A/N: Hey hey lovelies ran out Of ideas and then boom brain woke up yaY enjoy the next few chapters I know this ones a bit short BUT I'm updating again soon cause cliffhangers suck >:(.
Love you all, drink water, have a snack, take your meds, AND SLEEP FOR THE LOVE OF GOD OK ILY BUEE