Wait For Me | Book Two of "Trust Me"

10- 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦

-:-Y/N POV-:-

Cara has shown me a room I could stay in for a while. I wanted to tell her that Dream and I were supposed to leave around two hours ago, but at this point too much has happened. I don't have much of a choice but to stay here until I figure out what the fuck is going on.

"I'm going to talk to Eret, feel free to look around," she says quietly. She's not as hostile as before, it's like I broke a barrier in her mind.

"Where's Dream?" I asked, grabbing her arm.

"Your boyfriend? No offense Y/N, but there's a lot about him that you don't know, so be happy that he's locked up."

Before I have the chance to respond, she walks away quickly. Sure, Dream has done some things that other people may deem as questionable, but he did it for a reason. If Tommy had just never been around, things would've been different for Dream. He would still have George and Sapnap...

George-

I know he's dead, but I've never really asked what happened. I think I was there, but for some reason I can't remember everything about his death. I've never talked to Dream about it, never asked how that made him feel. It seems like it doesn't affect him, but come on, he was his best friend, it has to hurt, even if it's been a while.

The truth is, the pain of losing someone never goes away. You can be distracted, you can be living your best life, but as soon as you are reminded of their absence in the world, the pain comes rushing back. I barely remembered Cara when I thought she was dead, but it still hurt to think about her.

I'm honestly surprised. You'd think I'd be happier to see Cara after all these years, but I'm not happy. In fact, I don't feel anything at all when I look at her. It just seems unreal, like I'm dreaming of her. I was finally getting better without her, and it may seem selfish, but her coming back is ruining my chances of being happy. Call it what you may, but Dream is the only thing that matters to me anymore. And maybe Ranboo.

I'm not staying in this room, I'm going to find Dream, and then we're leaving. I can't stay here, Eret can stay if he would like, but Dream and I are getting the hell out of here.

I walk out into the room where Dream and I came in, and everything is quiet. I hear some people walking outside. Seems like Cara started some sort of cult, it's a little unsettling.

The sun is almost completely out by now, and I wish I had just minded my own business and stayed with Dream. Then maybe we could have left, and I never would've known she was alive. Like I said, selfish, but understandable.

If I hadn't known any better, I would say they took Dream to the same place they took Ranboo, but I do know better. I also know Eret. He has this habit of taking his hostages to basements whenever he kidnaps people. He's really only done it two or three times, but it's strange it's happened even one time. So I'm looking for any building with a basement, any subtle looking place that you wouldn't think someone would store a powerful, maybe a little crazy dude.

Should be easy, not like every building looks the same or anything. Right, it should be a piece of cake.

"Hey princess, you lost in thought?" Eret says, walking towards me. He says that like he's been here a while, I guess I didn't see him.

"Huh, Cara said she was going to talk to you." I sigh, rubbing my hands on my face. I swear everything that's happened in the last twelve hours has seemed unreal, plus the fact that I haven't gotten any sleep doesn't help.

"Well, I haven't seen her. She probably went on a 'walk', she does that a lot. I've never bothered to follow her though, she scares me sometimes." He laughed. "What are you thinking about?"

"Everything, I guess. Nothing makes sense right now. Even thinking back to the L'manberg situation, it feels like it happened yesterday, but at the same time it feels like a lifetime ago." I rant, sitting down on a nearby rock. Eret sits beside me.

"Yeah, I get that. It's all too much, that's why I sometimes allow myself to forget it." he explains.

"How can you forget it for more than five minutes? My brain never allows me to." I mumble.

"Alcohol. It solves all your problems, trust me." He pats my back.

"Yeah, it solves your problems until the drunk fades."

"Well princess, even if it's temporary, it's the best we can get in a world like this."

(A/N: sorry for the short chapter, and sorry for taking so long, been busy with midterm studying)

i'll upload another soon, i promise