Concrete Angel - dreamnotfound

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TW: heavy amount of abuse, character death.

future me? --->

The second George walked into the house, his father was there sitting on the couch, bottle in hand. George didn't know if he was seen but he made sure to be as quiet as possible walking throughout the room. He hears a thud coming from the side of him but when he turned his head, it was the bottle that fell out of the hands of the drunk. He was sleeping. George let out a sigh of relief and went up the stairs, still very quietly.

Once he shut his bedroom door, he collapsed onto his bed. Sure, it wasn't Dream's soft and comfortable mattress, but he still relaxed into the sheets and shut his eyes.

His moment of relaxation soon ended from his phone vibrating like crazy in his pocket. He looked at the caller i.d. to see Dream's name written across the top of the screen. George smiled and pressed the 'accept' button.

"Hey, pretty boy." Dream said. The brunette blushed and smiled again.

"Hi, Dream." George said back. Dream propped his phone up on his desk where he sat and stared at the man through the screen.

"So what's up?" George spoke up after the seconds of silence.

"I'm bored and you're pretty to look at." The blonde smiles. George blushes, yet again.

George's father woke up to the boy talking upstairs. He made his way slowly up the stairs to listen in more on what he was talking about. "..yeah, my bruises are getting better.." His father was full of rage. Trying to contain himself, he walked back down the stairs and sat on the couch.

He was too tired to even bother.

The two boys talked for a couple hours before either of them couldn't keep their eyes open. George was about to hang up before Dream stopped him.

"No! Wait!"

"What? Dream I'm tired." George dragged out the 'd'

"Don't end it. Just go to sleep." He said low, as if Dream was embarrassed.

"Okay? Goodnight, Dream. You're an idiot."

"Yeah, yeah. Goodnight, George."

"I love you George." Dream said, long after George went to sleep.

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George woke up in the middle of the night feeling thirsty. Before he got out of bed, he looked at his phone and groggily smiled.

"You're adorable. I love you." He whispered.

George got up from his bed and used the bathroom quickly before heading downstairs. He slowly made his way to the kitchen and turned his head to the living room to see his father not in sight. This made him feel a little better. He made his way to the fridge when he saw a faint silhouette standing near it.

"It's a little early huh, George?" The sound of the slurred words made George cringe. He stood there for a second to control his breathing.

"I-I guess. I was just a little thirsty, that's all." He swallowed.

"Me too," He holds up a beer bottle. "Go ahead. Grab a water, son." The words feel taunting. Nonetheless he walks to the cupboard and grabs a glass. While turning to the sink, he trips over the bulky and scratchy pants of his father. George let's go of the glass and it flies through the air.

It hits the floor and the remaining pieces cover the room. Some hitting George's exposed face and his father's arm. George puts his hands up to his face to feel droplets of blood. Silence fills the room, but that all ends when he hears the footsteps coming from behind him.