Dreamnotfound Smut(emotional)

Jailbird

George's POV
I woke up one morning after another rough night with Clay. I still had one wrist tied to the bed and a ball gag in my mouth. I took both off and headed to the bathroom.
I looked in the mirror at my messed up hair, hickeys and bruises. My neck looked like a bad apple. I smiled remembering how each mark was made on me, and the artist who made the marks.
I strut out of the bedroom in only an oversized T-shirt.
"Clay are you coming back to bed?" I called out before turning the corner in the hall to see Clay being arrested.
"No George. I don't think I am." He said.

Dream's POV
This morning I woke up, and I was still inside George. Were we like this all night I wondered. I shook him slightly and he groaned, so I rolled my eyes and got dressed for the day instead.
I walked out to the kitchen and was going to start cooking, but I heard the door.
"Hold on!" I yell and jog to the door to open it. On the other side was a uniformed officer.
"Good morning officer, how's work today?" I asked in a singsong voice.
"Clay?" He asked.
"Um. Why?" I asked. He then took out his cuffs.
"Clay, you're under arrest for several crimes. Arson, embezzlement, kidnapping, murder, assault, and much more..." he then started reading me my rights.

As the officer finishes cuffing me, I hear a sweet voice in the bedroom.
"Clay, are you coming back to bed?" George asked and came around the corner in my favourite shirt. The gods are testing me.
"No George. I don't think I am." I said.
The officer took me outside and George followed. He watched as I got arrested.
"What do I do?!" George screamed.
"Listen to tape six!" I yelled back before stepping into the car.

When I got behind the bars, I saw who I was in here with.
"No." I growled.
"Dreamy boy!" Wilbur yelled and threw his arms around me. I stood there limply, looking at what goons he got arrested with.
"What are you doing here?" I asked pushing him off me finally.
"Why do you think? We got caught." He said, crossing his arms.
"You always did know how to ruin an operation." I sniped.
"That wasn't my fault and you know it!" Wilbur yelled at me and the guard yelled for us to keep it down.

Wilbur rolled his eyes and sat down. I grabbed the bars and leaned against them.
"Excuse me, officer?" I wave politely. The officer sighed and answered.
"What inmate?"
"This isn't.. never mind. Can you please let me speak to officer Nick? I want to report a crime to him." I explain.
"Certainly." The officer said and radioed Nick to come down.

"What are you up to Dream?" Wilbur asked curiously.
"None of your business, whore." I said back and Wilbur lunged at me, getting a few hits in before I kicked his knees together and pinned him down. The officer then rushed in and pulled me off of him.
"You will stay here!" He said and cuffed me to the bars.
"No dude don't he started it!" I begged but he didn't listen, just before I got cuffed, Nick walked in.
"Someone wanted to speak to me?" Nick asked and the other officer basically threw me out of the holding cell.
"That would be me." I said politely.
Nicks eyes went wide. His face read a million words. We walked awkwardly to the interrogation room.
I sat down and let Nick cuff me to the table. He sat down on the other side.
"So there was a crime... you want to tell me about?" He asked nervously.
"Yes. I would like to report that one of your officers came to my cabin when my boyfriend was there." I started and let him stir, "I noticed my boyfriend started acting differently so like a good boyfriend, and person, I asked what was wrong." I stated and Nick took a deep sigh.
"What do you want?" Nick asked irritated.
"I know what you did. Do you want to know the difference between you and me right now?" I asked and his eyebrows raised.
"I'm the one getting arrested for my crimes, and you're walking free because you did the cowardly thing and told people I assaulted you unprovoked." I explained. I see his expression darken as realization hits him.
"I can't just take the blame for it." He said after a while.
"I never asked you to do that. I asked you to stay away from George. Now I'm wondering if you'll do it to another person." I said. And Nick breathed deeply.

"What do you want?" He asked again, more seriously this time.
"Let me out of here. Wipe my record again, I had a pardon. Stop fucking with me and George." I demanded.
"Who said I was fucking with you?" He asked in a deep voice. For a brief moment we looked into each other's eyes. They seemed to sparkle. I wanted to lunge over the table, but then I thought something else as I looked away. Maybe Dream would have, but not Clay.
"Sorry. For everything." Nick then said and walked me back to the holding cell. Wilbur and his gang of thugs were still there.

"So, did your escape attempt fail?" Wilbur asked.
"Fuck off." I sneered. He threw his hands up and sat again.
"So how did you end up in here?" He asked me again.
"Some idiot raped my boyfriend then reopened all my cases that I was pardoned for." I sighed and Wilbur started laughing.
"Oh that last part was me." He said and my ears started ringing.
"What?" I stood in disbelief.
"I hacked the system so that you would be arrested! I just didn't think I'd be here to see it! That's fucking hilarious!" He laughed. I took a wide stance and roundhouse kicked him when the guard wasn't looking. I hit Wilbur directly in the nards.

"Clay you're being let out." I finally hear. I go outside and see George with a broken expression, waiting at the car for me.
"Thank the Gods." I said.
"Nick got you out." He stated and my eyebrows shot up.
"Well at least I'm here." I said and George turned away.
"That tape... that story.. is it real?" He asked.
"Yes. All of it." I sigh, knowing the one he's talking about.

Tape's POV
*click*
"Hey George! I thought I should make tapes based on what to do in an emergency cause I realize, you probably never went through this. Anyways if I get arrested, there's a bag of money under the tree outside I shot a toddler for..."
*long pause*(warning: child murder)
"...And I realized that needs some explaining. The toddler belonged to my buddy and her boyfriend. Her boyfriend left but he always payed a shit ton of child support, much more than a child would need. I needed the money so I told her to forward half the money to me and I would take care of her kid so she could actually enjoy being twenty like she wanted. Well her kid got into my closet when it was still full of guns and started playing with them. I tried to stop him by pulling it away, but he gripped it and put the barrel in his mouth.
I didn't realize the safety wasn't on and..."
*sobs*
"...Kaden I'm sorry. I should have been a better father than your actual father at least. And I wish there was a way to save you. And I wish I had the words to tell your mother. You know what!"
*dial tone*
"Hello Heather?"
*click*