Concrete Angel - dreamnotfound

5

TW: Language, Homophobia, Physical Abuse (skip to second * if you'd like. Ily, stay safe <3)

It's been a couple days since the two boys last hung out. They texted whenever they could and smiled at one another while passing in the halls.

George felt happy that he had another person in his life, although he didn't expect Dream of all people. George knew the taller boy was close with Techno and he couldn't understand why Dream was getting close with him now. He didn't let his thoughts get in the way though, he was happy now and that's all that mattered.

It was now Friday and he was leaving for school. He didn't expect his father to be up so early again. He was obviously hung over but seemed energized.

"Hey twink," George cringed at his words "we're out of food. Mind going shopping and getting out, for once?" His father said, slurring his words. George only nodded. "Use your words boy or I swear to god I'll-" His father got up and stomped towards him.

"Yes, sir. I'll go, I'll go." He winced. His father had his hand up and ready to hit George, but stopped. Never in a million years did he think his father would just not hit him. The smaller boy had his hands over his head as some sort of protection. That tactic worked some times, but his father would break past his arms.

"I'll seriously hit ya, if you think you can mumble your way out of shit. Fuckin lord o' midy."

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry."

"Toughen up. I've seen some of you fags on T.V.. A percent of them are built. Why don't you go to the gym?" His father snarled his question.

As if George hadn't listened to his father only seconds ago he mumbled his answer out. "We have no money, you spend it all on booze."

**

"ALRIGHT, I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR BULLSHIT." His fathers tone spit anger and he ran over to George and went straight for his shins. His father kicked repeatedly until he was on the floor. George cried and cried screaming for him to stop, but his pleas only fueled his father.

Once the boy was on the ground, it gave his father a perfect target to the arms and stomach. He kicked and punched him until he was tired. The beatings lasted minutes, but it feeling like hours for George. The raging alcoholic grabbed and pulled him up off the ground and looked into George's eyes.

"Continue the mumbling, just know where it leads you." he smacked George across the head before dropping him on the ground. Leaving George lying on the floor in excruciating pain. He heard his father go into his bedroom by the way he slammed the door.

**

He could barely get up, but once he did, he grabbed his phone and walked out of his house. He couldn't even call it home, nothing could ever make it a 'home.'

He walked off his limp as much as he could. Nobody would be able to realize it unless he really messed up.

George was 20 minutes late for school due to his father, but he told the front desk lady that he had just slept in on accident.

"Okay, maybe set your alarm a couple times then, dear. Have a good day." She smiled. He was on his way to his class, but he didn't want all the attention on him when he walked in the door, so he went to the bathroom to pass the time. George made sure the bathroom was clear before pulling up his hoodie.

Bruises. Dark purple bruises. When he brushed his hand across it, he cringed at how bad it hurt.

He pulled his hoodie back into place and instead rolled up his sleeves. His arms weren't any better, bruises trailing up and down. He heard the door open and immediately rolled his sleeves down, turning on the water making it look like he was washing his hands.

"Hey George, good morning." He looked up from his hands to see Dream. If he was being honest, he didn't want to see anyone today. He returned the smile saying 'good morning' in the softest tone and starting walking out the door.

"Hey hey hey what's wro-" Dream grabbed onto his forearm. George immediately winced out in pain. Dream tugged his arm back thinking he did something wrong. Without saying a word, George quickly walked out of the bathroom. Dream followed him out, but didn't know what direction he went in. He was extremely confused and hurt, thinking he did something wrong to George.

If only he knew what really happened.

He texted George. Maybe he didn't have a good morning and just didn't want to talk. Understandable, right?

Dream:)

hey, where did you go?

did I hurt you?

if I did, i'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, I swear

george?

helloooo

george???

...

please talk to me :(

George saw the messages from Dream pop up on his phone, but didn't want to answer. He didn't want to out his father for beating him that morning. He decided to sit in the library in the very back, where no one could see you, at first glance.

He knew Dream would run after him so he thought of this area to quickly get away. He found this spot back in sophomore year when Techno and his friends were chasing him after P.E.

"Get back here!" Techno yelled. George continued running after he made a sharp right turn entering the library. He reckoned Techno had never been in here, so he could easily get lost. George ran to a corner that's hidden away from the entrance and blocked by tables and chairs.

"Where did that fucker go?" He heard Techno say. He was right on the other side of him, but still hidden. "I'll find you buddy. Just keep hiding. I'll find- GOT YA" Techno screamed, turning the corner. It made George jump, but he didn't get caught. After 10 minutes, he just sat there catching his breath as he outran and hid from his bully.

He cowered at the thought, but he felt safe there. He turned his phone off and just relaxed his body. He was sore almost everywhere.

15 minutes left of first period he planned to continue to sit there, until a familiar voice came up to George.

"Hey, bud" Karl sat down.

"Hi," George said softly.

"I had a feeling you were gonna be here"

"Oh yeah?" George sounded so hurt. You could practically hear the silent scream of help in his voice.

"Why weren't you by your locker this morning? I was waiting for you."

"Woke up late."

"George. Don't lie to me, cmon."

George sighed and shrugged. "He beat me, Karl. I hurt everywhere. I was going to make it on time, but I was limping, while walking to school."

"Oh my goodness, George. C'mere" The two boys hugged while George let out a couple tears into his best friend's hoodie. He was grateful to have Karl. He jumped back from the voice of someone saying something.

"George? Who are you talking about? Who hurt you?" He looked up with only his eyes to be met with Dream's, again.

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AN:

hello hello hello!

this chapter was painful to write. if you ever need to talk to someone, i'm always here. and remember you're valid as fuck!

little cliffhanger moment??

if you have any suggestions or anything you want to say, feel free to comment.

drink water, if you haven't yet today :)

kk byee!! <3