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chapter 19

Pov: George

Time skip 2 days.

I am so worried.

I am worried about if Dream would survive the cuts I saw, and the trauma they probably did.

I knew that his father was an interesting guy but that he would hit him and injure his own son in such a way.

It's not like I hadn't noticed the bruses around his shoulders and thighs, the pulled out hair he tried to hide under his hood, and the cuts on his wrists and shoulders, but I though they came from the fights he picked.

He was a bullie and that would make sense but this time it wasn't one of the many battles on the school yard.

And also the fact that Tubbo was involved.

It isn't uncommon that when one child gets abused that the siblings have to experience the same thing but Tubbo seemed like such a cute, healthy boy that had no worries on his mind.. but so did Dream on the day we played in the cold snow.

The annoying school bell rang saying that my next lesson, math ,was about to start.

The class was boring like usual, Mr halo was talking about how to multiply some stupid numbers like we were in 3rd grade.

But I couldn't keep my mind straight, I could only think about Dream.

The boy with his blond, messy hair, green eyes, freckles, and that weard laugh that sounded like a tea cattle right before the big explosion.

Normaly Clay would sit infront of me, that's how I found out about the hair pulling since Mr halo didn't allow hoods in his classroom.
He said they would blockade the knowledge gathered in class to get into the brain or something like that.

It was stupid but that were the rules.

That breaks were silent.

I mean half of the group that made my life a living hell before are in the hospital and the others were to sad and worried to do anything to me.

I didn't know that Dream had such a wide mark threw out the whole school but it was quiet.

Everyone felt a sertiant tipe of feeling of respect about the senior.

Or maybe they where just afraid that his friends would beat them up if they didn't.

It didn't matter anyways.

All I could do is look at my phone, hoping that I got a text, hoping that Dream would wake up and text me to pick him up or something.

I just want him to be ok..

"I'm sorry for before.." Karl was standing beside me.

His voice was quite and drenched in tears.

"It's just that Dream is big Qs- Alexs best friend since childhood and he's Devastated that he couldn't do anything to stop his abuse.." Karls eyes filled with water as he spoke.

"No it's fine but aren't you all best friends?"
The question made Karl look at me.

"We'll yeah but.."

He paused and I could see that he was debating if he should tell me what he was thinking but Karl continued.

"Alex moved here with his parents when he was two. But no one wanted to play or be friends with his couse he was not from Orlando so Alex became an outsider. The Clay came closer to him and so we all became friends after some years.."

"Oh.."

That explained a bit. I knew too how it was like to be alone, with no one to help. And then seeing the person who brought you out of the situation get hurt that bad that it was probably live threatening, I didn't want to imagine...

"Well ehm.."

Karl was starting another sentence but then his face changed.

I looked in the direction where he was facing and saw two police man talking to Mr. Diamond.

"Bye."

I couldn't even turn and say good bye to him back, he vanished right after he said the last word, 'bye'

Mrs. Nachus class would start soon but I decided to get some air again.

I was just walked when I saw a little white dog searching for food and I couldn't help but think about Dream again. Longing for his voice in my ear, even if it was an insult.

I just wanted to listen to his tra cattle laugh.

His screaming voice.

The little noice of surprise when I threw white snow at him.

The squieks he made in class when no one was listening.

And I couldn't help bursting into tears.

But then I get a text on my phone.

Dream:
Hey George, can you pick me up?