Wilfully Kidnapped | DNF

Chapter twelve

After a long drive for several hours and many rest stops later, they had finally reached an intersection, there was a huge metal gate and behind it was a paved road surrounded by trees on either side, it curved and out of sight. It looked like they were in the middle of the forest, but it was mainly a small forest, beside huge farmlands in a very rural town that was almost non populated.

The road curved and winded a bit until it lied straight, following which came a huge four storey mansion, which consisted of pillars of light cream and grey colour, with mostly cobblestone walls decorated with creepers and other growth, the hip roof of the building was dull red and the huge entrance door was made of dark wood.

George stood amazed at the property in front of it, it was massive in size almost as if many four storey houses were connected together, It was definitely a lot of acres. Right in front was a huge fountain with water flowing out of the white sculptures, around it was a beautiful grassy path that curved all the way to the front door to the house. Dream stood behind him, looking at the astonished young one with a smile on his face.

"You said this was a hideout" the shorter finally said.

"Yeah it is"

"This would attract more attention than a county fair or a circus" the younger said in a nagging voice which was responded with a laugh on Dream's end.

"We're in the middle of nowhere, ain't nobody checkin' here" he noted with a chuckle. "The inside is even better" he said in the shorter's ears, to which the younger's face flared up, as he picked up the pace and made his way towards the large front door. He inserted his key as he heard the younger stepping on the wooden porch behind him, the door swung open and the younger let out an involuntary gasp at the site.

The room he entered was huge and covered with Victorian styled paintings with glass windows on both sides letting the sunlight pour into the room, the dull white tiles changed to a dark red carpet as the house shifted to a big room with slightly spiralling staircases on both sides of the massive hall, it had two sets of coffee tables and dark maroon sofas and a chandelier.

"Where am I?" The young said out loud.

"My get-away place, I come here for when I'm on holidays, or other things that are maybe too illegal for my house in that busy town that we live in, come let me show you your room" he said before leading George up one of the staircases to another part of the house that looked isolated but more homely.

Unconsciously George said to himself softly "I get a room for myself?" Which the taller was unable to hear.

They climbed to the top most floor, passed through hallways, almost every hallway here had huge victorian styled windows from which the beautiful forest could be glimpsed. They reached a beige door that had thin gold carvings embedded on it, a similar door was on the opposite side, maybe it's another room, the shorter thought.

"Go on, it's yours" Dream said nonchalantly.

"My room? For now" George shakily opened the door revealing his room, a king sized bed but with pitch black nicely made bedsheets, quilts and comforters. Straight ahead he could see a glass door, beside which laid thick, heavy maroon curtains, beyond the glass door he could see a huge circular shaped balcony that looked upon the entire forest.

"My room is right opposite yours, it looks the same" Dream said in response to which George gave a slight nod and continued sight seeing his room.

He looked at a door, that was similar to the main door of the room, beige with gold carvings, opened it and stepped into the bathroom which was way bigger than any bathroom he's ever been in, heck, it might even be bigger than his bedroom back in his old home, it was nice and clean with a walk in shower and at the end of it laid a massive square bathtub.

"What's that?" The younger asked pointing at another door, that was situated right next to the door to the bathroom.

"Oh That's just your walk-in-closet"

"My walk-in what? Wow, I have a closet" to which Dream replied with a questioning look towards the brunette who quickly understood the others confusion at his statement and elaborated "I didn't have a closet in my old house, my clothes laid in boxes under my bed" George chuckled lightly but this made the taller a bit sad.

"Well speaking of clothes, I think the clothes we got might be a little big for you" Dream said softly, while he stared the younger up and down. He wouldn't know the eighteen year old would be so frail, because when he was that age he was jacked, being a football jock.

"You- what?"

"Yeah I told one of the butlers in this house to get a bunch of clothes for you, they're in there" the blonde nudged the other to go in George gave a kind and grateful smile to Dream as he stepped in, it had many cupboards and beige doors including the countless mirrors on the walls of this closet, there were folded as well as neatly pressed and hung clothes on hangers and right in the middle of the room was a round sofa.

Dream waited outside, sitting on the cushion chair with his legs on the table in front of him, that was situated beside the younger's bed towards the balcony, while he waited for the other to try on a pair of the clothes he ordered for him.

George on the other hand was inside and trying to pick something to wear, still, he could not get his mind off the fact that Dream, the mafia leader, had not only helped him but also thought about his comfort and ordered clothes to be bought for him, he felt truly grateful. He finally picked a plain black t-shirt with dark grey sweatpants and walked out to Dream, who smiled at him. The clothes were obviously big for him, the sweatpants were baggy at the bottom and almost covered his feet, but he looked comfortable in them.

"You good?" Dream asked while he held his hand in front of his mouth and yawned.

"Yes, thank you, and you should probably sleep" George said softly "you've been driving almost all night" to which Dream yawned again and nodded, he took his heavy boots off and hopped onto the the bed making himself comfortable.

"I thought your room was right across" George whispered and then giggled at Dream's general personality of 'not giving a shit' and giggled even more when he heard snoring coming from the tall man so quickly, he gently pulled the comforters over Dream as he saw the allegedly terrifying man, snuggle into the soft blankets, rubbing his face on the pillows to make himself comfortable as he slept.

How in the world his he a criminal? The younger said in his mind as he went off to wander around the massive villa of Dream's.