Wilfully Kidnapped | DNF

Chapter eight

~ George's POV ~

The start of Friday morning had commenced, George woke up earlier than ever as he stretched his arms and arched his back. He looked around his room to make sure everything was in place and how he wanted it to be as this was the day he would be leaving this hellhole of a house, the identification papers and certificates from his past were all duplicated and kept in places where should be, the original ones he would be taking with him, when he was to be kidnapped.

He had finished deleting all the messages about this 'Dream' person who was supposed to be abducting George himself even though he was the boss, George thought it was a bit weird, but in his position, who was he to complain. He was getting what he wanted, without having to do anything supplementary.

The younger finished his lunch alone, after his family had done and left, he was eagerly anticipating to get to the later part of the day. George was smiling to himself, it was as if he hadn't been happier in his entire life, except the times he spent with Sapnap who was, up until now the best thing that happened to him.

The day went painfully slow according to the brunette, the sun had set and it was dark outside, as he kept peering through the window in his room, he was waiting for the clock to strike ten in the night as that was the time Dream had said he would come. He was scared but a weird bit of excitement sprung through him, he hadn't done anything wrong in his life, he had listened to his parents the entire time and this was the first and last time that he would need to disobey them.

Finally after waiting several hours, it was time. George sighed deeply and sat at the foot of his bed, it was quiet, very quiet. Everyone in his house were asleep, and the young one went over the plan in his head again.

Take the papers, wait for Dream, put on a struggle if someone sees me and mess up my room a bit so it looks as if I was actually taken by force. He paused and then continued.

Get in Dream's car, go where he takes me to hide from the police for a while, and after that- his train of thoughts were interrupted when he heard the front door being fiddled with, he knew better not to help open it, as it had to look as if it was all done by the outsiders. His eyes widened as the sounds got a bit louder, the brunette bit his lip and hoped that no one in his family would wake up due to the commotion.

~ Dream's POV ~

He finished his paperwork and left it on the desk, looked at the wall clock that was hung up on his wall, that displayed the time to be '9:30pm' he quickly gathered up his thoughts and recollected the actions that he had to execute not to long after.

Dream was already in dark clothes, mainly black. He walked over to a closet and pulled out a white porcelain mask, that had a black smiley face drawn on it and wore it over his face, to mask his identity. He picked the Glock and the dark metallic knife from the table and pocketed it. Not soon after he got into his car that coincidentally had blacked out windows, showing almost nothing of the inside.

"I reached exactly at 10, how punctual of me" he said cheekily.

The site was supposed to look as if it was broken into, but Dream was struggling with the door way too much, he fiddled and turned the knob over and over, inserting the metal wire that was supposed to lock pick without any trouble.

"Damn it! I thought this was easy shit!" He said angrily through this clenched teeth.

Eventually the door made a slight click sound and the taller was lead into the house, he had memorised the layout and knew where George's room was, and that's where he was headed. He cussed at the annoying creaking of the wooden floors, and cursed under his breath at the amount of lights that were still on even in the night, he had learnt that the fuse switches to the house were on the complete opposite side of the main door, so walking to it just to turn the lights off would be a huge risk, so de decided to avoid that.

George's door was in front of him now, he noticed a few stickers on the outside, some graffiti sprayed and painted on it that said 'Fag' or 'loser' that made him frown a bit, he reached over to the knob and twisted it slowly, opening the door, revealing George, who's brown hair looked soft but messy, he was way shorter than Dream, dressed in dark blue pyjamas, he held papers in his hand and looked nervous and shaken. His eyes stared straight at Dream's mask, and his face flushed with a pink as he fidgeted with his hands.

Dream unconsciously stared at him for longer than necessary, trying to take in the shorter's features and trying to remember him from high school, and unaware of it himself, he raised his hand out to George and stood there for what felt like hours to him. George finally stepped forward and took Dream's hand, holding it gently with his trembling hands, to which the taller squeezed it tightly leading him a few steps out of his room.