Dirty Laundry

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"I've noticed all the laundry was done. You didn't have to."

The sudden exclaim brought George out of his daydream, and he looked over at the occupied doorway.  Dream was slouching in the frame, and while he was obviously present, he had a far-away look in his eye. George knew that the bare minimum would never allow him to see his emerald eyes shine again. 

"Yeah. Sorry." What else could be said? George was slowly becoming antsy and uncomfortable under Dream's gaze. He immediately regretted saying or doing anything at all after the expression which fell over Dream's face.

"You shouldn't do things like this. I.. appreciate it, but you really shouldn't." 

"Why?" George knew why. He just didn't want the conversation to end. He knew he would never deserve a second chance at redemption. Everything that he's ever accomplished was shit on the moment he brought another boy home.

Dream looked George in the eyes and .. started sniffing the air? Oh. Oh god, no.

"Is he here right now George?"

George's heart stopped. He couldn't breathe, staring at his boyf- ex, like this. He could never comprehend how the situation got this bad.  He looked back with tears in his eyes. He knew that tonight was the night. He looks down in defeat. "..Come out, Speed."

"Ok babe. But only because I'm scared this prick is gonna hurt you," Speed says, stepping out of the closet. 

"Are you .. are you fucking serious right now, George? Is this real fucking life? Get the fuck out. GET THE FUCK OUT!"

"AYE. Don't talk to him like tha-"  Boom. Blood- everywhere.

George stares in horror at the gun in Dream's hand and the bullet hole through Speed's head.

"WHAT THE FOCK?? DREAM, WHERE DID YOU GET A GOUN?"

"Leave right fucking now. I dont want to kill you, George, but god help me I will."

To be continued.