There's always a brighter side. DNF

~34~

Georges Pov-

Dream has been clean for a week and today was a hard day for him. He had therapy today and his withdrawals were bad. He was shaking, cold, emotional, and wouldn't get out of bed. It was lunchtime and I was carrying lunch upstairs. Dream was sitting on the bed watching TV. He turned to look at me and burst into tears. I set the food down and rushed over to him. He curled into my arms and sobbed in my arms.

" I feel so dirty." He choked out.

" I know baby boy but you aren't. I love you so much and I don't look at you any differently. You are still my baby boy." I said softly. He nodded lightly and his cries died down.

" You ready to eat?" I asked softly. He nodded quickly. We ate our food and I took the plates back to the kitchen. I walked back to the bedroom and Dream was getting dressed. He turned and looked at me. I walked over to him and pulled him into a tight hug.

" I'm so proud of you baby boy," I said quietly. I felt him nod and pull away. Daniel walked in and smiled.

" We're leaving in 30 minutes." He said. We nodded and he walked out. Me and Dream cuddled until it was time to leave. We headed to therapy and Dream kept a distance between us. I could tell he was upset and nervous. I wasn't going to push him. We arrived at therapy and went in. Me and Dream sat down.

" So I heard you started using again." The therapist said to Dream. He nodded lightly.

" Do you want to talk about it?" She asked softly.

" I uh I was r-raped." He stuttered out.

" Would you like to go into more detail?" She asked kindly

" I met up with him because he said he wanted to apologize for everything. I believed him. We went to a cafe and talked for a while and I truly believed he had changed. I went to the bathroom and he walked in. He pinned me to the wall and I tried to get him off of me. He held a knife to my throat and umm h-he b-began t-to umm t-t-take..." He had stopped talking and tears flowed down his face. I moved closer to him and grabbed his hand. He pulled away quickly. I moved back a bit to give him space.

" Take your time," Puffy said softly. He took a deep breath.

" He pulled off my pants and then his. He turned me around slammed me onto the wall and held the knife to my throat again. I was too scared to move. He started raping me and when he was done, he left." He finished. He let out a sob and curled into himself.

" I-I-I'm s-s-sorry I-I h-hurt y-y-you." He said between his sobs looking at me.

" Baby I've already told you I know you didn't mean to. I know it was just the drugs." I said calmly.

" How did he hurt you?" Puffy asked looking at me.

" I walked in and saw he was using. I tried to talk to him, but he got mad and grabbed my wrist tightly. When I pulled away, I put the Coke in the trash, and he slammed me against the wall." I admitted. She nodded.

" How did that make you feel?" She asked kindly.

" I was more afraid that we would break up than anything else. I know he would never hurt me intentionally in his right mind." I said. She nodded again and looked at Dream. We continued to talk and after Dream ran to the car. I followed and he got into the car. I got in beside him and grabbed his hand. He pulled away and refused to look at me. I gave him space as we headed home. When we arrived home, he went to the bedroom and slammed to door. I sighed and walked to the bedroom. I opened the door and saw him sitting at the desk with cocaine out. He looked at me and his lip quivered. I gave him a small smile and grabbed the trash can. I threw it away and crouched in front of Dream.