𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐘, ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

14: 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Disclaimers: Descriptions of violence
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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ HIS FIGHT IS HER FIGHT, chapter XIV

Approximately three months prior...

Dream laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling from his bed as he tossed around a bean bag in order to satiate his boredom. Since he hadn't been going to school, he didn't have much to do with his life. He had his phone switched off, not wanting to talk to anybody back at Barleighs because of the extreme backlash he had gotten due to the fight he was previously in.

When he got expelled from his school, he began to realise the small amount of real friends that he actually possessed. Nobody seemed to be on his side and nobody seemed to want to hear him out. They were all just jumping onto the oppurunity to blow up his phone with a mix of threats and insults. The messages that he received that weren't bad were just the random girls that shot him texts in an attempt to 'comfort' him, all of which he had promptly ignored.

He wasn't too surprised to find out that Alyssa hadn't been going to school either. Even though she had nothing to do with the physical fight, there was no way she wasn't going to stand by her brother while he took the entire fall for the row. He seemed to get into the most trouble out of everybody involved, which she had always said was completely unfair. Sure, he may have caused the most damage during the incident, but there was no way he deserved everything that he got afterwards. So while there wasn't much that she could do in terms of softening the punishment that he had received, she knew that she was going to stand by him through the hate that was being hurled his way

Unfortunately, this did cause her to lose quite a few friends. Those that did not like Dream, therefore did not like Alyssa due to guilty by association. And as much as she would like to say that she didn't really mind it, she found it pretty hurtful how all of her old friends were so quick to drop her.

As he caught the bean bag with his left palm, his eyes tiredly pressed onto the back of his hands, watching as his muscles tensed a little at the sight of it. He noticed that the scratches on his knuckles were slowly beginning to heal since they had appeared. They looked a lot different now than they had previously looked. For one thing, the patches of flesh that surrounded his knuckles were now simply a light shade of rosy pink with little cuts that still had yet to wash over, as opposed to the day where he had thick, red blood trickling down his paws.

Letting out a shaky breath, he just squeezed the bean bag, watching as the muscles in his hands flexed at the action before he tossed the item aside towards the wall onto a little, velcro target board that he had hung up for entertainment.

While his sister gently pushed open the door, she watched as the bean bag flew across the room and directly hit the centre of the target, sticking onto the little red circle in the middle of the board. A tiny smile appeared on her face when it had landed as she looked over towards Dream, who was still intensely glaring towards the back of his palms.

"Nice shot." She hummed, shutting the door behind her as she walked further into his room. "And you weren't even looking."

"Does that mean it hit the target?" He questioned with a murmur, not even bothering to look Alyssa in the eye. He didn't seem at all fazed by her presence, not like most siblings who would probably yell at each other for not knocking on the door beforehand.