The Fill-in Boyfriend // DNF

-~28~-

George was abruptly woken by a inseccent banging on the front door. He must've dozed off for a few minutes, or hours, and he was slightly discombobulated.

He eased himself up onto his elbows, but winced at the effort. Too soon.

He heard a shouting outside and a scuffle as his parents rushed to the noise. He heard an angry loud voice and his mom's fake sweet voice echoed up the stairway and he was puzzled.

Who was here at this hour?

Then he heard it. Foreign footsteps on the stairs. He tensed, why would his parents let someone in?

He felt a tremor of fear and anticipation and his bedroom door knob turned.

The door swung open and George tensed. And then. A policeman stepped into the room. He was holding a gun, ready in his hands, and was scanning the room for something. He seemed to have found it when he noticed George on the bed.

"Police. You're safe now." The man said, holding up a badge and putting his gun into his holster, he held his hands up in surrender and stepped forward to assess the situation. George could hear his parents arguing with the other officer downstairs.

He felt utterly at ease.

It was like a dream as the police took his parents away in handcuffs and helped both him and a frightened Slyvi into a separate police car. The officer had cleaned his open wounds gently and bandaged what he could.

He had already taken pictures of evidence and was ready to take the side of the poor kids to court if the parents really demanded a trial.

George watched the scene from behind the window of the car. He was smiling, he could tell. But he wasn't happy.

What were they going to do now?

He saw a familiar mop of practically brown hair and started. Dream was here. He was talking to the officer who had found George and was speaking with a fervor George found curious. Why was he here? Had he called the police?

Georg wasn't sure whether to thank him or slap him.

As if thinking about him had made Dream sense him, the man turned and made eye contact. Dream smiled sadly at him, waving slightly.

George just watched him through half bruised eyelids. Why was Dream doing this?

First he saved his life, and now he was basically saving it again.

Maybe he did care.

George didn't want to believe it.

He looked away.

—

"Are these allegations against your parents true?"

George nodded, afraid to speak. He was trying so hard not to make eye contact with his parents from across the courtroom.

"I need you to verbally confirm, George." The judge prodded gently, understanding of the feelings he was experiencing.

"Yes, judge." He managed. Closing his eyes.

There were a few more questions, a lawyer tried to get him confused and say things he knew weren't true. But the overall outcome of the trial was jail time for his parents. He felt so happy to finally give them what they deserved.

He and Slyvi were safe.

But now the problem was. Where would they go?

George wasn't sure he was mentally prepared to take on the role as guardian. But he knew he had too or Slyvi would be sent to foster care. They would be seperated.