Set ones Heart on Revenge <DNF>

Chapter #9 (𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎)

Shorter chapter today, sorry <3
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The sweat dripped from my forehead as my head pounded. My ears ringing. All I could hear was the sound of a gun firing repeatedly.

"Son, congratulations, you passed!" My father said as he set the gun down and began to put it away in the case. I sighed of relief.

"It's about seven o'clock right now. Do your cool downs for fifteen minutes and then you are dismissed. I groaned internally.

My father waltzed out of the room, his shoes clicking as he walked up the stairs. Once I heard the doors close, I sat down.

I did some small basic stretches for around fifteen minutes before cleaning up and headed upstairs.

I headed up to my room, walking into my closet and grabbed a white tank-top and some blue flannel pants.

I walked into the bathroom, towel in hand, and turned on the shower. The room swelled with warmth rather quickly.

I stripped myself of my clothes and hopped into the shower.

——I will not write that——

I tied the strings of my pants before exciting the bathroom. Once I walked through the threshold to my room, I heard a ringing. Someone was calling.

I grabbed my phone, Dream 🤮. I tapped on the accept call button.

"Hey Georgie, how are you doing?" Dream asked. I could tell just by his voice that he was smiling.

"I just finished dodging some bullets-" I replied plainly, throwing myself onto my warm and enticing bed.

"Oh okay- WAIT WHAT!" Dream shouted. "What do you mean 'dodging bullets!' Do you need me to come and get you?"

I giggled at how cute and protective Dream was acting. "Dream, I'm okay. It was just my father shooting at me!" I explained.

"That doesn't make it any better George," It sounded as if he was trying to sound mad, but it came out as a concerned whine.

"Awww. You do care!" I cooed, Dream huffed.

"I do NOT like your father."

Silence rang through the call for a moment while I recomposed myself.

"If you're waiting for me to disagree, we are going to be here a long time." I scoffed.

"How often does your father force you to train?" Dream changed the subject.

"Usually Monday through Saturday, Ten to seven." I explained. Dream choked on his breath.

"You fucking what? Is your dad there the whole time?"

"That depends on why you're asking..." is he plotting to hurt my family? Why does he care so much?

"Whatever you're thinking about doing, Dream, don't!" I spoke sternly.

"I wasn't thinking about anything, paranoid much." Dream chuckled.

"Whatever ya say, Dream." I rolled my eyes.

MEOW

"W-what was that?" I ask, now sitting up in bed.

"It was just my cat, Patches. Hello Princess, how are you?" His voice softened at the feline.

"Meow!"

"That's great to hear. Did you enjoy your dinner?" I giggled at the fact that Dream was talking to her like he was expecting his cat to speak English.

(Totally not me)

"George-" Dream called out.

"Hmm? What is it?"

"Please, whatever happens, take care of yourself," His tone was soft and caring. My heart melted and my stomach was filled with butterflies.

"I will."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

There was a moment of silence. "Dream- why do you care about me so much?" I asked curiously.

"Dream?"

"Uh- I uhm- I g-gotta go. I'll call you soon!" Dream rushed out.

"O-oh, o-okay. Bye then!"

"Goodbye grogs." I was about to retort to the nickname when he ended the call.

I groaned, flopping down onto the mattress again.

Why does he know exactly what buttons to press all the time?