Concrete Angel - dreamnotfound

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TW: mention of abuse, mini panic attack, slight nsfw (at the end)

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"Get back here you little shit!" His father yelled from behind him. George has been running for what feels like hours. He can barely breathe but he's already out of his fathers reach, so he knows he can push himself further.

"You can't run forever. Your small body can't handle it." He said. George noticed he was slowing down and it seemed like he couldn't go any faster but he saw something in the distance. A silhouette standing in the moonlight with open arms. As he pants, he squints his eyes to see who the mystery person is.

His mother.

"M-mom?" He says outloud. He couldn't believe it. His mother was right in front of him. He could almost be in her safe and loving arms. He would never get beaten or hit again by his drunk so called father.

"Come here, sweetheart. I missed you." Her angelic voice whispers out. He reaches out for the small, pale and dainty hands but in the blink of his eye, she was now another hundred feet away from him. He sighs in defeat, but he tries again. His father still close behind him hears his slurs and awful words come out of his mouth.

"Don't listen to him, George. I love and accept you. Just come to me and I'll protect you." She calls out. He's determined. He's determined to get to his mother. He wants to give up, but his mother has never been closer to him than this moment.

His mother was now in reach. He throws his arms towards the light but he stops. His legs won't move. It's like his brain forgot how to operate the lower half of his body. He panics, he can hear his father moving closer and closer and his mother going farther and farther.

"Thought you could escape? You're never leaving me, George. Never." His father reaches him. He grabs ahold of George's shoulders and pushes him to the ground. "You're never going to leave me again." He hovers over the small and defenseless boy on the ground, as he holds his arms up to his face.

"I'm sorry, baby. Momma loves you" He hears that voice one last time before his father brings his fist up in the air.

"No, no no no no" George screamed.

"No, no no no, NO." He jolts up from the blankets.

"George? Are you okay? What happened?" Dream asks, half asleep. George looks at the boy beside him with wide eyes.

"George, you're crying. Are you okay?" Dream asks again, still receiving no answer from George. "Did you have a nightmare?" Dream spoke up, the boy nodded. "Do you want to talk about it?" He looked up at Dream and shook his head no. "Okay, okay." He waits for a moment to think. "Do you need a hug?" George didn't answer, but the blonde knew what the brunette needed and he pulled him in for a hug.

"It's okay, George. I'm here" Dream repeated a couple of times to try and calm George down, but it only made him cry harder. Dream felt drops of water on his shoulder and hugged the smaller boy tighter.

"I don't know what your nightmare was, but it's okay now. It wasn't real. You're safe here."

In my arms. You're safe in my arms, George.

George shook his head, non verbally saying that his nightmare was in fact real. But he couldn't just openly say that.

The two boys lay in that position for a couple of minutes and Dream just rubs his hand up and down George's back while he rests his head in the crook of the blonde's neck. Sure, he felt safe at this moment but the second he walks out of this house, his nightmare demon will be out there, waiting for him.