Temporary Agreement (DNF)

Chapter 7

George POV

This is awkward since I didn't drive here, I was planning on taking an uber home.

"I was gonna uber" I tell him, and reach for my phone, "here order me one" I hand it to him, and he stares at it like he's never seen an iPhone in his life.

"You're joking right?" He asks, and I really don't get the confusion. I was gonna drink so I didn't drive, is that really so hard for a criminal to wrap their brain around.

When he's met with nothing but silence, he scoffs and shakes his head. He cranes his neck down to stare at the concrete below him, and looks to be having a silent debate with himself. "Fuck sake lawyer" he breathes out, and instead of taking my phone he grabs my arm and helps me up.

I wince, not being used to receiving a few blows, but I have enough strength to stand. This has been one hell of a day.

He holds me up with his hands under my armpits and I go to shoe him away, "thanks but i'm not gonna die" I say and remove myself from his grasp, using the wall behind me to slouch on. With my phone still in my hand I go to order an uber myself since he wasn't much help in that department.

"Who are you texting?"

"My friend called uber" i joke.

"You're not taking an uber like this, come on I have some ice inside" he grabs my phone from my hand and shuts it off, going to open the door to head back into the bar.

"Give me my phone!" I say loudly with more effort than usual.

"George let's go" he sounds fed up.

"No I want to go home" I pester.

"Just to get some ice than i'll take you home"

"I'm not going back in there!" I shout, thinking back to the reason why I wanted to leave in the first place.

He shuts the door slowly, and rubs a hand down his face clearly annoyed with me going against him. "What happened in there"

"Nothing happened, im just tired" I lie but telling the truth about being tired, the yawn I let out
emphasizes my point.

"Then why are your hands shaking?" he cocks his head down to my sides and I quickly realize he's right. I go to cross my arms, shocked he realized such a small detail about me, my face burning up with embarrassment.

I open my mouth to answer, but end up closing it, not knowing what to respond. He stares at me for a couple seconds, before letting me off the hook. "Alright, i'll be right back. Don't go anywhere" he speaks softly, almost sounding like he cares, and it scares me a little.

"No promises" I joke in a sing song as he walks towards the door to lighten the mood. I see him fight back a smile before entering the bar, I hear the music blaring as the door remains open for a bit before closing behind him, leaving me with nothing but my thoughts.

I huff, and go to reach for my phone to pull up my camera to get a good look at my face, but fall short when the realization hits and he didn't even give me back my phone. So instead, I pull up my shirt and see a bruise forming on my lower abdomen.

Honestly it could be worse, I doubt he broke my rib since the pain would most likely be worse than this.

I pull my shirt back down and sigh, slumped against this brick wall in this corridor that is becoming a little too familiar for my liking.

After a few minutes, Dream comes back out with his leather jacket on, and what he has in his hands send nerves running down my spine.

"I thought you were getting ice" I choke out, wide eyed.