I Can't Be Fixed. (DNF Angst)

Chapter 17: Death.

Graphic descriptions of self-harm. Take care of yourself. This chapter is intense.

♡George pov♡

This day has been absolute hell. We planned on getting him late at night, so it would be an easier break-in. I've been in his bed all day, taking in the smell of his cologne that lingered on the blankets. Who knows what's happening to him right now. It could be anything.

"George?" A soft voice asked from outside the room.

The door opened, and Karl came in, shutting it behind him. He walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. I sat up next to him.

"He asked me to be his boyfriend yesterday." I mumbled.

My eyes watered.

"Schlatt won't kill him." Karl replied.

"I know, but what he's gonna do is much worse." I stated.

Karl looked down at his lap.

"I never told you what Cameron did." I mumbled.

"Yes, you did. You told me he abused you." He replied.

I shook my head.

"Not that. When he escaped from Quackity's bar, he came here. He raped me." I admitted.

Karl's face dropped to an expression of shock.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry, George." He said.

"Dream was the only one I told. I didn't let you touch me after. I didn't want anyone to touch me, but for some reason, my body brought me to Dream's room. I needed him. I didn't know why, and I still don't." I explained.

Tears fell from my eyes and rolled down my face.

"I don't know what I'm gonna do if he's not okay. If he- if it happens to him again." I stuttered.

"He'll bounce back, George. I know he will." Karl replied.

"We don't know that, though. It hasn't happened to him for seven years. What if - what if he's not gonna be the same ever again? What if it ruins any chance of him being happy again?" I asked.

"He'll have you. He'll have all of us. He will get better again." He told me.

♡Dream pov♡

I pulled hard against the handcuffs. The wooden post wouldn't budge, though. The door opened, and I felt panic rise in my chest.

"This is his first customer in seven years. Just go easy on him." Schlatt stated, laughing a bit.

A tall, muscular man with dark hair shut the door.

"Hello Clay. Long time no see." He mumbled, approaching the bed.

"If you put your hands on me I'll fucking kill you." I threatened.

"You said that last time I saw you. When you were - what was it, nine?" He asked.

My heart beat faster the closer he got.

"You're lucky I told them no drugs. You'll feel everything." He said.

He went to the end of the bed and climbed onto it. His hand ran up my leg onto my thigh. I pulled away from him. I brought my leg back and kicked him hard in the chest. He coughed and rolled onto the side of the bed.

"Don't fucking touch me." I demanded.

He coughed again, holding a hand to his chest.

"I'm still gonna fuck you. Drugs or not." He stated.