Mission Failed Successfully // DreamNotFound

Chapter 7

George sprinted down the hallway, gritting his teeth as he heard Wilbur fumbling angrily with his door. George ignored the few people who curiously peeked out their doors, a couple yelling annoyed at him to keep it down. He didn't slow down, not even as he heard the gasps of people as they quickly shut their doors as he assumed Wilbur ran past.

"George! Stop right now!" Wilbur yelled not caring about the people watching wideyed from the safety of their rooms. George could hear the warning in his voice, the true meaning behind his words meaning, or I'll shoot.

George knew he shouldn't run out of the motel, because then he wouldn't have any witnesses, so instead he darted into the bathroom at the end of the hall and shoved the door closed, slipping down and propping the door closed by putting his feet on the wall on the other side of the door. And just in time, as he felt the door shudder under the force of Wilbur's shoulder.

He heard somebody shout for help and he cringed as he heard Wilbur say that everything was alright, and tried to cover the whole thing up by saying something about how his son was being a little troublesome and this was normal.

George fumbled for his phone, sighing in relief as he felt the device still safely in his pocket. Quickly he pulled it out and went to call 911, but as he pressed in the digits his screen suddenly lit up from someone calling him. Dream?

George quickly answered, "Dream, I really can't right now. I'm gonna have to call you back." He reached to end the call but Dream's worried voice emitting from the phone made him pause. "George? Are you alright? What's going on?"

"I can't right now." George said harshly, pressing his feet harder against the wall as Wilbur pushed against the door, still putting on the act of a worried father trying to calm down his insane kid.

Dream's voice called out from the phone, "Where are you right now? I'm coming over." But George shook his head, before remembering Dream couldn't see him, "No, I'm calling the police, I'll be fine."

"Police?! George?!!"

"Yes! Ok! I can take care of myself!" George shouted into the phone, squeezing his eyes shut at his own harsh tone.

"I can take care of myself, Dream. I'm hanging up." George sighed, quickly ending the call, and dialing 911.

"911, what's your emergency?" A woman's voice rang out from the phone's speaker and George nearly sighed in relief.

"I live on 16th ST, on Baker Avenue, in Orlando." George got right to the point, in case Wilbur's consistent pushing managed to open the door. George wasn't sure how much longer he could hold up.

"Ok, what's your emergency?" The lady said after a moment, and George quickly told her about his predicament.

"We're sending officers over right now, stay on the phone with me."

"How long will it take-" The phone was suddenly knocked from George's grasp as Wilbur successfully pushed the door open, George's legs folding up to his chest in the motion.

George yelped as Wilbur shoved his way into the bathroom, an evil expression on his face. His lips turned upward in a cruel smirk as he grabbed George's arm and hauled him up none too gently.

"Hel-" George started to yell, but Wilbur slapped a hand on his mouth, squeezing his cheeks harshly, sure to leave bruises later, "Shut up." Wilbur said through gritted teeth, he glanced out the door and relief flooded through him seeing that every door was closed in the hallway.

"You're going to wish you were never born when I'm through with you." Wilbur seethed, turning to drag George out the door, but not before George scooped up his phone and placed it back into his deep sweatpants pocket.