Dream, Sir Or Clay?

Chapter 9 - His Nephew?

George's pov.

I wake up next to Wilbur, like usually. It has been one month, three weeks and five days since me and Dream broke up and everything has changed. Clay is being cold, like he was before we start dating. He's always in his bubble, listening to music. He doesn't go out as much. He talks to literally no one; when we ask him something, he answers with a sticky note or just by looking at us with some eyes saying "no?".

Wilbur is different from Dream, he's the whole opposite. He doesn't flirt, he hates cuddling and the only thing he likes is fucking. We never go on date since he's always "busy". I introduced him to my family and he hates my siblings. He said that Leah was "immature", Julian was "thinking that he was much more than he is", Alex is "tiring" and Eden is "too quiet". Oh and, two nights ago, we had a fight because he said that my family was poor and he made me sleep on the floor.

Maybe I shouldn't have left Dream..

He was actually a good boyfriend.

I shouldn't have left him.

I look at my phone and see that it's Saturday, which means that there's no work but we can still stay at the mansion.

I should go talk to Dream, I thought to myself. And so I got up, got ready and left the room. I walked to his office but then I realized that the doors were open. That's unusual.

I looked inside and there was.. a kid? What was a kid doing with him?

The kid looked like about 4 years old. He had blonde hair, green eyes and was very cute. He was in front of the text and kept grinning. Clay was sitting on his office chair and looked like he was thinking, but exaggeratedly.

"Hmmmm, where could he beeeee?" He said out loud. The kid let out a giggle, which made Dream smile.

"Alright Lulu, I give up. I can't find you. You're too good at hide and seek." Dream said after that. He looks tired and pale, has he not eaten?

Lulu, which I guess is the kid, got up and started giggling more. Clay gasped, and then laughed with the kid. But then, he looked at me.

His smile dropped.

"Sorry, uhm, can we talk?" I asked Sir.

"Nooooo! Uncle C is occupied!" The kid yelled. Clay smiled and looked at him.

"Lucas, you know we are at my work. Sometimes, my employees wants to talk to me." Dream slowly explains to him. I miss him.

"Come on in." Sir told me, and so I obeyed. I went up to his desk as he whispers something to Lucas, which made him leave the room.

"Look, I'm sorry.. I wasn't feeling well that day, and I didn't let it out on the right person. I didn't do the right thing. Please, forgive me, I miss you.." I told him, my eyes watering and my voice breaking. He looked at me, without any emotions. Dream sighed and rubbed his eyes.

"I'll think about it."

I sighed and left the room. I started crying but I got stopped by a small figure hugging my leg. I looked down to see Lucas.

"Are you okay, mister?" He asked me, with a small voice. I nodded at him and smiled, even if I was clearly not okay. He hugged my leg tighter and asked if Clay had hurt me, which of course I said no to.

He acted all angry and went back in Dream's office. I went back to Wilbur's "room" and went back in his bed.

"Where the fuck were you?" He asked. I shortly realized that he was drunk.

"Nowhere.." i answered, coldly. Obviously, that did not pleased him.

-an hour later-

I was crying in the shower as i looked at my body. Scars were everywhere on me and my ass was sore by the "punishment" he gave me. I turned off the shower and got out. I wrapped a towel around me and dried my skin. I grabbed my phone and started playing some music on Spotify. The first song that came on is called Darling by Montell Fish.

I brushed my teeth as i hummed to the song. It's one of my favorite songs, even though i never really related to it. But now that i think about it, i kinda do. Is Dream still in love with me?

Does he still love me?

Does he hate me?

I need him.

I love him.

Nephew's/Luca's POV

I was walking in the corridors with some maids earlier. I heard screams and cries coming from one of the butler's rooms. On the door, there was a plaque written "T, T, W, P". I have no idea who these people are, but one of them was clearly getting hurt. I ran to my uncle and told him about it.

I showed him the room and when we listened at the door, we just heard some loud music playing. He picked me up a brought me somewhere else, telling me that he would take care of that.

End of the chapter.

872 words only.