Loverboy // Dnf

Chapter 8 & 9

George grabbed all of his books that he needed from his locker and he start making his way home. The brunette popped his AirPods into his ears and played some music. George had just made it outside of school until he felt a tap on his shoulder.

The brunette turned around and to his surprise it was Dream?

"Hey Georgie, do you need a ride home?" Dream said with his dumb, but goofy smile.

"Oh uhm no thank you, but...thank you for the offer." George said, not wanting Dream to have to go through with taking George home.

"Nope, i'm taking you home." The blonde said, scooping George into his arms. "Dreeeam!! Put me down!!" The brunette laughed.

Moments later Dream had George in a 'bridal' sort of position. The tall blonde took a moment and stared into the brunettes bright, chocolate colored eyes.

"Y'know, you're very pretty George." Dream said, making Georges cheeks burn up. "No, i'm serious."

The brunette became even more flustered at the blondes comments so, George decided to simply tuck his head into Dreams chest.

Dream gave George a barely noticeable kiss on Georges fluffy brown hair. The two then made their way to Dreams car.

About 6 minutes later George had finally arrived at his house. "See you later pretty boy."

"See you too....loverboy." George said, whispering the last bit.

loverboy
loverboy
loverboy

Of course Dream heard this comment and he couldn't stop repeating it in his head.

This remark kept replaying in Dreams head as he made his way home.

Dream walked inside, unprepared for what he was going to witness.

"MOM!" Clay yelled, sprinting towards his mother laying on the floor, blood covering her face. "mom please tell me what happened..." Clay whispered to his mother who was in obvious pain.

"I stood up to your dad and i've been on the floor since..."

flashback

"Mark you've got to stop coming home at 3 am from the bar!" Mrs. Collins, Clays step mother, had said having enough of this nonsense.

"Well maybe if i didn't have a bitch of a wife and a disappointment, i wouldn't." Mark slurred at Heather, though he was drunk out of his mind, she knew he had meant it.

"IM TIRED OF YOUR FUCKING BULLSHIT MARK!! YOUR SON GOES THROUGH CONSTANT PAIN AND YOU COULDNT CARE LESS ABOUT HIM! YOU ALSO WOULD RATHER SELL ME FOR A SINGLE BOTTLE OF BEER!!" Heather screamed, trying to get out of this constant loop of abuse, basically torture.

"OH YOUR GOING TO REGRET THE DAY YOU SCREAMED AT ME YOU LITTLE WHORE!" Mark screamed as he swung at Heathers head with an empty beer bottle.

He had not missed at all.

She immediately fell to the floor with a definite concussion, unable to move any longer.

flashback over

"Hey hey hey.... help is on the way." Clay frantically, but calmly said, not wanting to worry his mother.

She may had been his step mother.

She may had been a drug addict.

But she was still a victim of abuse, torture.

But she was still his mother.

His mother...

"Your going to be okay." Clay said, hugging his mother, sobbing into her chest.

Clay stood up assuring his mother she would be okay once again. The blonde then looked around for the man he hated most.