Dreamnotfound fanfic(smutty)

Listen to me

Dream's POV
I saw Skeppy walking back towards me. I looked around him and didn't see George. I waited for an explanation.

"He took off. He doesn't want to see you." Skeppy said. I started crying all over again. Skeppy hugged me.
"What am I going to do?" I asked Skeppy.
"I'll help you cover rent for a bit." Skeppy said.
"No, I don't care about that. I actually thought I was in love with George." I said.

Skeppy opened the car door and offered me the passenger seat. I sat down and he drove back to the school.
"Hey, Dream?" Skeppy said.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Are you gonna be okay? I saw some new cuts." Skeppy asked.
"I'm fine. I'll get over it." I lied.

I made it back to the room and sat by myself for a moment. I couldn't believe that George left me and flew to another continent to get away from me. I went through his stuff. He left everything, including his promise ring. I still kept mine on. I still promise myself to George.

I decided I had to see George. If I can sit him down and explain everything to him, maybe he'll take me back. Otherwise he's right and I'm just a slut.

Something I admired was that he still never hit me. He would have been right to. I cheated. I deserved to be beaten half to death for doing that to him. He never threw a swing. I could still see straight.

I need a plane ticket. I looked at the prices to see the cheapest and fastest flight is two thousand dollars. I dug through my bag looking for a work getup. Skeppy came into the room.

"Hey pretty boy. I brought you some coffee." Skeppy said.
"I'm busy." I said. I picked up a shirt and considered cropping it, then kept looking.
"What's going on here?" Skeppy asked.
"I need money." I said. Skeppy shook his head.

"No. I told you to come to me." Skeppy said.
"Do you have two thousand dollars?" I asked.
"No, but we can get it some other way. You don't need to do this." Skeppy said.
"I'm sorry, but it has to be this way." I said.
Skeppy stopped me and looked me in the eye.

"Dream, please. You are worth more than this." Skeppy said.
"You heard George. I'm a slut." I said and marched past him.
I grabbed my booty shorts and corset and left the room. Skeppy followed me to the bathroom and tried to talk me out of it the whole way.

"Who are you even gonna see?" Skeppy asked.
"Don't know, don't care. Two thousand dollars." I said.
"Is there anything I can do to stop you?" Skeppy asked.
"Not unless you have two thousand dollars." I said. I came out of the bathroom in my outfit. Skeppy nodded.

"Wait." He said and grabbed my hand. He took me back to his room. Bad wasn't there. I thought I had a friend.
"Here, now you just need one thousand." Skeppy said and handed me cash. I got down on my knees and Skeppy backed away from me.
"Woah, Dream! Not a client. I'm just helping you out, take the money." Skeppy said. I got up and flipped through it. It was one thousand.

"Are you sure you don't want anything for this?" I asked.
"I do, don't get killed." Skeppy said. I laughed.
"Sorry I tried to suck your dick." I joked.
"My mistake. I know what this looked like." Skeppy said. I left the room.

Now I only need one thousand. I opened my phone and scrolled through until I found a local client. I asked if they wanted to meet up and they agreed to pay me the rest. This was the easiest it's been to get the money I needed.

I arrived at the house. The guy was into heavy bondage and choking. I know it's not ideal, but one thousand bucks for an hour. I knocked on the door and he greeted me with a smile.
"Hello, are you the cocksleeve I ordered?" He asked with a smirk.
"Sure am." I said.

After what had to be the longest hour of my life, I got the ticket and packed my bag. I decided to bring George his stuff as well. I looked in the mirror and noticed a whole lot of marks on my body. Especially my neck. I wanted to break down and cry again, but I'm so close to seeing George again.

I boarded my plane and received several judgmental looks for the way I was dressed. I threw a hoodie on and hoped they would stop. Nothing matters except finding George.

I got to England and made my way to the castle. There were several people gathering in the courtroom to offer counsel to George. I snuck my way in and scanned the crowd. I saw George and marched towards him.

"No, for the last time I'm not offering my hand." George said to another woman in the crowd. The woman walked away.
"George?" I asked and George looked up at me. He recognized me and a certain comfort lit up in his face, then an anger arose in his eyes.

"What are you doing here Dream?"