How to Fix the Broken

Chapter 18: The World Flipping

Lust heard a crack and then Dream cry out. He poked his head around the corner and immediately popped back. Ink was holding Dream by his rib! Holy fuck! He heard a sickening snap and a loud scream of pain. Lust looked around for anything he could use to defend himself. He's in the kitchen, there were plenty of things. He hefted a frying pan. This will do quite nicely. He heard Ink say something thing like the word beautiful, then a clatter. He popped his head around again, on the floor, below Dream was a piece of rib. Dreams rib. His eye sockets widened as Ink dragged Dream by another rib up the stairs. He heard another snap, then a gut wrenching scream. Lust felt his eyes prick by what he saw. He hefted the pan again and slowly followed them up. Dream hadn't said a thing. Lust got scared that Ink had killed him or something so he peaked through a crack in the door and immediately turned around. Both Ink and Dream were in bed. He heard Dream sob and hefted the pan. He looked down at it. He could hit Ink in the head...? Right? No, what if he hit Dream?! He backed away from the door and into the room he was using. It was Blues but that didn't matter, Blue was the one who offered. He closed the door and sunk to his knees, which slid out from underneath him resulting in him sitting on the floor. He shook as he held the pan, him knees on either side of him.

His breath hitched as he heard Dream moan, it was pain filled and sad. He pulled out his phone and stuck on a pair of headphones. Ear buds didn't work for him, he had to use headphones. He blasted a song on repeat through his headphones. He hugged the frying pan closer. He curled up on the bed and shakily sung along quietly.

"I need amnesia for a day... and umbrella for the rain..."
he heard another cry from Dream. He brought his had up to his mouth to stop him from making any noise and turned the music up.

"We're the let down, we're the lied to" the song repeated maybe twice before Dream cried out loudly again, loud enough for Lust to hear through the music blasting in his 'ears'. He sobbed. How could Ink do this? Not only hurt the boy his husband had taken in but him as well? He heard another cry and it all went silent. He turned the music down and waited. He heard a quiet yelp and not long after the shower start. He waited then decided to talk with Dream. He tip toed to the bathroom.

"Is everything alright, Dear?" He asked tentatively. He heard the door unlock and he came in, he closed and locked the door, turning on the fan. The room was full of steam. He set the pan on the sink. What was he supposed to do? Lust thought that Dreams life was perfect. A boy to protect and a lover who Lust thought loved Dream. But I turned out, that Dream couldn't protect Blue from Ink, and Ink, his supposed lover, wasn't his lover at all, but his prison. Dream was being treated like a toy, or a misbehaved pet...

"Dream dear...?" Lust started tentatively and aunt like. "How bad, no, how long has this been going on...?" Lust thought about how long they had been married, 5 no, 6 years. When Dream didn't answer his nonexistent stomach dropped to his feet. "Okay...The whole time..."

Lust saw the light glow from the tub and could guess what it was. "Are you okay..?" Lust wasn't sure why he asked, he knew that Dream wasn't okay. Dream didn't answer and suddenly thought that Dream wanted him to leave but was too nice to say it. "Do you want me to leave...?" He asked. Out of the corner of his eye socket he saw Dream poke his head out and shook it vigorously. Meaning, he did not want Lust to leave. Lust thought fir a second, Dream probably wants me to talk with him or even just at him... something to discuss with him.

"Can you stand..?" He asked and looked at the curtain.

"no..." he heard a small voice, Dreams voice.

"No." He repeated, looking around the floor. There wasn't any clothing. "You don't have a change of clothes in here... how about I go get some?" He asked, knowing that Dream would want the comfort of clothing after what he went through.

Dream poked his head out again "okay... just be careful, Ink is not a heavy sleeper, if he wakes up, stay away from both of us..." Lust nodded understanding that if he was anywhere near Dream, Ink would reck havoc. He grabbed the frying pan and left the room. He heard Dream lock it behind him. He did not want Ink in there. He heard someone grumble and Ink came into view. Lust yelped and smacked him with the frying pan. Ink toppled. He looked down at the pan and hefted it. "Damn- I need to get me one of these!" He spun it in his hand. "Phew-." He stepped over Ink and into the closet next to the bathroom. He looked for anything Dream might like but found nothing but Inks clothes and guessed Dream would not be happy with that. He wondered into Blues room instead where he had a few sets of clothes. He pick up his favorite hood and a pair of shorts. He didn't have any clean shirts. Crap... he looked at the hoodie. This should be fine... right? Lust was definitely taller than Dream. Which would mean the clothes were bigger too. He heard the master Bathroom door open, a squeak, then a slam as Dream slammed the door closed. Crap, he saw Ink. Lust rushed back to the bathroom, careful to avoid stepping on Ink. He would have been happy to stomp on the jerks face but Lust never knew when the guy would wake. He knocked and cracked the door open handing the clothes off to Dream. He then closed it and hefted Ink up. He dragged him down the stairs, frying pan in hand in case Ink woke. He dragged him down to the cellars and locked him in the one farthest away from the door. He chained him to the wall and walked away with the keys. When he came upon the entrance to the house, he eyed the oversized paint brush on the floor. Broomie. Bleh. He picked it up promptly snapping it over his knee.

The World flipping
Lust has had enough
Love conquers all

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