Dreamnotfound fanfic(smutty)

Shower

(Warning: rape, murder)
Dream's POV
My ex fell asleep on top of me. I couldn't believe myself. I should have just let him tell George. What does George mean to me anyways?

That question echoed in my mind for as long as I was trapped under my ex. What does George mean to me? I'm willing to do a lot obviously, so why do I feel so... small? George loved me in a way no one else has. It feels different to have a partner actually care about me.

Eventually my ex shifted and groaned. I watched his eyes flutter open and I smiled at him.
"Hey..." I said brokenly. He pinned me down under him and thrusted in again. I waited for him to be done.

When he finished, he rolled off me. I laid there, completely broken.
"Get up." He demanded. I forced myself up and stood in front of him. He pulled me close to his chest, I held onto him for balance.

"You want a shower baby?" He asked me. I thought about it. His product was still inside me. I needed it for evidence.
"No thanks, I'm okay." I said timidly. He lifted my chin and smiled at me.

"I really think you should shower." He said slightly threateningly.
"I don't want to shower." I said. His hand slid from my chin to my neck. He squeezed and it became hard to breathe. I looked into his eyes with desperation.

"You'll walk to the bathroom, or I will carry you there." He stated.
"..yes.." I croaked out. He dropped me and I fell to his feet, gasping for air. He grabbed my hair and forced me to stand.

"Go on. Walk." He said and angled me towards the door. I put one foot in front of the other, pain surging through me. I felt tears welling, but I won't give him the satisfaction of making me cry.

I got to the bathroom and my ex turned the water on for me. He stood in front of me and I looked down at my feet.
"Get in." He said, and I nodded. After I got in the burning hot water, I watched him sit on the counter.

He pulled out his iPhone and pointed it at me as if he was filming. I turned away from the camera and covered my face.
"Turn around!" My ex yelled. I did so and kept my face covered.

I heard him stand and walk towards me.
"Take your hands away." He said. I shook my head. I then got pushed over. I was able to stop myself from falling, but I uncovered my face to do so.

My ex smirked at me, camera still pointed. I looked down.
"Look at me baby." He demanded. I did it. I looked him dead in the eyes and smiled.

"Wow. Maybe George would like to see you like this." My ex said and laughed.
"Don't. Please." I said.
"You'll be a little example. Then, everything I did to you, I'll do to him." He said.

"Unless..." he said and held the camera up. I sighed and got on my knees for him. He let the camera record everything I did.

After, I laid in the tub. He scrubbed me clean after using me some more. I held back tears. I won't let him see me.

"Should I go ahead and show that little video to George now?" He said. I looked him in the eyes.
"Please don't make George a part of this. I love him." I begged. He smirked.
"Oh, didn't you hear?" He asked.

I looked at him with a confused expression. He laughed.
"You'd think George would tell you when he got fucked at that party y'all were throwing." He said and smiled proudly.
"What?" I asked, angrily.

"Yeah, I was there for you, but George caught me rooting through your stuff. I had to punish him in the usual fashion of course." He said. My blood boiled.
"I thought it was just some asshole." I said.
"Nope. All me. These hands were all over your boyfriend and you." He said.

I stumbled to get up. My ex laughed.
"Fuck you! It's one thing to do it to me, but fuck you for bringing George into it!" I yelled.
"What are you gonna do?" My ex asked.

I launched myself forward and got a tight grip on his waist. I then busted the bathroom door down, using him as a battering ram. He tried to pull me off but I would let him.

I threw him down and ran to my room, locking the door. I ran to my bag to grab my knife, then instantly remembered that George took it. I looked for an exit and couldn't find one. Then I desperately searched the room for something, anything that could save me.

I kicked my ex's jeans and felt something hard. I remembered his gun he usually carries. I grabbed it and aimed it at the door. He punched through the door and I shot through the hole, hearing it hit.

I slowly opened the door to see him holding his chest. He scowled at me.
"Look at what you did." He said.
"You did it." I said.
"I'm not the one holding the gun." He said and smiled. I dropped the gun.

"I'm sorry." I said and started crying finally. All the tears I'd been suppressing came out. He motioned me closer and I went to him. He hugged me.
"I never loved you Dream, and honestly, no one ever will." He said then died. I pulled out of the embrace and started hyperventilating.

Need to tell someone. Cant do anything. Why? Why did he say that? Why did he make me shoot him? Why me? Why?