The English to my American // Dreamnotfound

Chapter Seventeen

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''What happened?'' brunette says sleepishly while rubbing the sleep off his eyes.

''You passed out'' the blonde mentions while sitting right by the brunette on the edge of the bed.

''Oh'' is all the brunette mumbles in response.

''Are you alright?'' the slight concern in the blonde's eyes as he softly asked.

George is debating whether to speak the truth or not, his mind is relentlessly filling up with thoughts that don't seem to escape his mind.

''Karl'' he quietly whispers through his voice as the blonde has his soft gaze locked with his.

''What about him?'' the blonde now slightly shifts his body closer to the brunette.

''He was-, nevermind'' George interrupts himself unsure if it's worth saying.

''George'' Dream pleads as he grabs both of the brunette's hands softly and squeezes them.

George looks down at the hands that were softly pressed against his, ''Well'' he begins to say as he is interrupted by the blonde's sudden horrifying look on his face.

''Your hand George'' he mentions, pointing towards the exposed bare bit of his hand.

After what George looks down at his hand too, pulling his sleeve up higher as his eyes widen in horror too, it was bruised.

''Was it her?'' Dream softly speaks as he hovers his thumb gently over the bruise, his eyes still full of worry.

An unprepared tear filling up his eyelids, trying his best to not release the already formed tear.

George nodded, ''But it's nothing-'' he tried to reason.

Dream gently lifts up the brunette's hand as he places a kiss on top of the bruise before even saying something.''It's not just 'nothing', George'' the blonde starts.

''But-'' George tries again unsuccessfully as he's being interrupted by the blonde again.

''There's no but's'' he began saying again, ''She hurt you, it's not okay'' he continued, now interlocking his fingers with brunette's, ''We need to file a report'' he finished.

George looks up as he hovers the thumb shakily over the blonde's, ''There's not enough evidence to do this, Dream'' he began, ''And after all I'm a guy, who would you think believe me in the first place?'' he finished as tears started rolling down his slightly pink tinted cheeks.

''Well for the starters, you'd need to take a picture of it, before continuing to write down all the things she has said or done to you'' the blonde explained, trying his best.

''It's so pathetic'' the brunette sighed, ''They will just laugh at my face'' he adds.

''It's not pathetic'' the blonde began, ''You are the strongest person I know'' he tried to reassure the brunette.

''Doing nothing about it will not stop the pain you have to go through'' he continued, ''So please, promise me to at least consider doing this?'' Dream tries as he looks onto the deep brown eyes that were filled with many tears waiting for an escape.

''I'll consider'' George quietly mumbles beneath his voice.

The blonde now shifted himself closer to the brunette and wrapped his arms safely around the brunette, ''I'm so proud of you'' he reassured the brunette while softly stroking the brunette's back.

George instantly melts into the embrace as he tightly grabs around the blonde and places his face onto the shoulder, letting the last tears that were fogging up his vision free.