One Call Away (DNF)

Chapter Sixteen

!!TRIGGER WARNINGS!! Swearing, mentions eating disorders, mentions of self harm, nsfw (nothing in detail)

Dream's POV 

I woke up to unfamiliar feeling. A cold empty bed. George must already be up. Though he is always the one begging we stay in bed longer. He probably just couldn't sleep. I get up and walk into the bathroom in the hallway to see the brunette asleep on the floor.

"Georgie" I whispered into his ear quietly. "Georgie wake up."

He started to stir so I just laid on the floor next to him and held him close till he woke up. I saw the warm brown eyes flutter open. Jesus fuck he's gorgeous. 

"Morning Baby."

"Morning" he grumbled.

I could tell he was still super sleepy. 

"Why were you on the bathroom floor baby?"

"I felt sick and threw up a couple times. I feel fine now though."

"Do you want me to make you some food?" I said holding him close still. Why didn't he wake me up. I would have gladly taken care of him. 

"No. If I eat I think I'll just throw it up. I feel fine right now but whenever I get up I feel sick."

"Okay let's just have a snuggle day on the couch. Maybe have some popcorn and watch movies. I know you don't feel good but I really want you to eat something."

"Okay."

I picked him up off of the bathroom floor and took him to the living room. I laid him down on the couch and pulled out all of the stops. Pillows, fluffy blankets, stuffed animals, and hot chocolate. Anything for my Georgie. We got all snuggled up and we watched a movie. George let me pick so we ended up watching Top Gun. It is a classic after all. We were just cuddling and suddenly the movie was over. George was on my lap with his head now in my chest now that the movie was over. I never realized how much I could love one person.

"Hey baby?"

"What?"

"Have you thought about us maybe... you know having sex?"

His face seemed to go a little pale. I don't want to scare him off. I mean I've done it with other people. I know George hasn't though that's why I waited a few days for it to kind of process. He's the one who said I couldn't tease him.

"George it's fine we don't have to. We never have to if you want."

"It's not that I don't want just I don't know."

George's POV

SHIT SHIT SHIT he's gonna see the cuts. Fuck what am I going to do. I'm so fucked. Why does he have to bring this up now. I mean I haven't eaten anything today so I am looking a little thinner. That's probably he wants to do it now. I knew it. I was to fat for him to want. I can't now though he'll see the cuts. Fuck what am I going to do. What am I going to do? It's fine. It'll all be fine. I'll just say some old cuts reopened and I didn't want to bug him.

"Dream."

"Yes baby"

As he answered me he pulled me into his hips. He really is wanting to fuck me right now. 

"I want to have sex with you"

I could tell he got excited by that cause he picked me up pretty much instantly and carried me to our bedroom. I just hope I can convince him they are old cuts. He lied me down on the bed and kept me pushed down on it and we started making out pretty intensely. He started yanking at my shirt as he did the previous day and he broke the kiss and pulled my shirt off. Once he did his eyes went lifeless. His jaw dropped as he just stared at my arms. He snapped out of it after a few seconds and became concerned.

"George. Why didn't you just talk to me? Please. I asked you to just talk to me. I love you so much I can't lose you." His voice sounded heart broken.

"They are old they are the ones I did before you got here. They just got really itching and I started itching last night so I went to the bathroom and then I saw I was accidently reopening them. Then I started vomiting. I'm sorry I just didn't want to worry you."

I sounded convincing enough to myself. Well at least I thought I was convincing till I saw tears start to fall from Dream's face. I tried to move towards him and he just backed away. We both stayed frozen for about 30 seconds before he got up and came near me. I don't think I could ever forget the look on his face. I had never seen Dream cry. In that moment I decided I never wanted to see it again. He picked me up and took my to the bathroom he started to bandage up my arms. We just sat in silence. I couldn't tell if he was mad or not. I knew he was upset, but I had no clue if those were tears of pure sadness or anger. I would be mad. Fuck. I fucked this all up here. I finally had what I have always wanted and now because of a fucking box cutter Dream isn't going to want me anymore. I mean I should have seen this coming. Who wants a broken toy? Defiantly not Dream he always has the best things and is the best everything. He'll realize I'm too broken to fix and he'll get bored.

"George?"

I simply hummed in response.

"What do you need?"

"What?" 

What does that even mean what do I need. I just need him.

"George. I hate that you turned to this before talking to be. What do I need to do George? I don't care what it is. I love you. I don't know what I would do if you died. Jesus fuck I am nothing without you."

"I don't know what I need"

"George maybe you should get some professional help. I really don't know what I can do better than they can."

"No no no please. I can deal with it on my own. I really really don't want to go to a mental hospital. No no no. Dream please don't send me to one of those."

I really don't want to go back to the mental hospital. It was the worst time in my life and I had a hell of a home life. I never want to go back and if I go back he'll find me again.

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Heh I know what's gonna happen you don't. Sorry for the cliff hanger kind of. If you are struggling with anything in this story please go to professional help. This story is for not only entertainment but so more people realize what some people go through. 

Word Count: 1,107

Get some sleep and drink some water ~Vixcia