Demons V2

Chapter 51: Sandwich

George POV.

My father sat on my bed, looking around the room with a somewhat suspicious gaze and I made sure to keep my distance. He took in the entire room, seeming cautious that there might be traps or weapons or cameras in every part of the room and he was trying to spot each and every one of these cameras and traps and weapons.

When he had finished he looked over at me and I tensed up. “You’ve grown a lot.” He noted with the gruff voice that I hadn’t heard in years. “Last time I saw you you were much more scrawny.”
“Well I was only like thirteen or fourteen then.” I replied. “I’ve grown a lot since then.”

After a few moments of me not saying anything I realised there was something that I wanted to ask. I had finally found him after years of not being able to see him, but what about my mother? Or any of my siblings? “What happened to the rest of the family?” I asked. “Mum and everyone else. Are they still alive?”

For a few moments my father sat there, his mood downcast and he shook his head. “None of them made it…” he said sadly. “During the first Winter we got sick, all of us… all of your siblings and your mother… they weren’t able to survive.”
“Oh,” I responded.

Despite the sadness that one would feel upon losing their mother and their siblings, I didn’t feel upset. I didn’t begin crying about them, after all I had thought that my family was all dead up until a few hours ago. All of the mourning I had to do, I had done in the past decade. I had no tears left to cry for them.

“It was just me after that. I got caught and taken just a few months after I was left alone.” My father explained. “It was that demon that you saw, his name is Rygar or something, I never bothered to pay attention. His parents took me and made me work for them. Apparently they had killed all of their old servants and I was ‘new blood’. It was quite creepy.”

I nodded at the explanation. “I lived thinking that I would be stuck there until I was eventually killed by them. Then your demon came to take me so he could have another servant.”
“Dream doesn’t use us as servants.” I responded. “Neither does Sapnap.”

“Then why are you here? Why are we here?” My father asked. “Are we going to be eaten? Or used for sport? Maybe they’ll make us fight each other.”
“They won’t.” I responded. “Dream cares about me, and Sapnap cares about Karl. They wouldn’t hurt us.”

“I am not sure about that George.” My father responded. “They don’t see us as equals. They see us as things that are beneath them. Despite how nice the rooms might be, they do not care about us.” I eyed him sceptically. After everything that I had been through I didn’t completely believe what he said.

There was a knock on the door that made him jump, but since I was standing right beside the door I opened it. Dream was standing there with an awkward smile and my father watched warily from where he sat as I smiled back at the demon. “I-um figured that you were both hungry.” Dream said, and he was holding a plate with sandwiches on it. “I made them myself.”

“Thanks Dream.” I responded as I took the plate. “You’re the best.” Our hands brushed against one another as I took the plate from him and he beamed at the compliment with his eyes glowing. He didn’t say anything though, instead just looking lovingly at me for a moment before turning to look at my father who sat on the bed.

“If you need anything Mr George’s Dad, then feel free to ask.” He added before leaving us alone to be together. When the door had been shut I turned and walked over to my father with the plate. However when I sat down he seemed cautious.

“How do you know he didn’t poison it?” He asked, an accusatory tone directed towards the pair of us. “That’ll be a good way to get rid of the two of us. Or maybe there is a tracker inside the food so that he will be able to follow us if we try to run away.”

“I don’t think that Dream is doing that.” I tried to reassure him, but he wasn’t having this.
“George, you are still only a child.” My father responded. “I know more about these creatures than you do. I don’t want you to eat anything he offers you.”

Karl POV.

“What’s on your mind?” Sapnap asked, brushing his hand through my long hair, and I subtly lifted my hand to do something similar with my own hair as well. After he had made comments about me needing to cut my hair, the two of us had basically found our hands in my hair the entire time.

“I’m just thinking about George’s father. I’m not sure that I like him.” I responded, staring absentmindedly at the TV. Despite my gaze I wasn’t actually too interested in whatever we were watching, just focusing on Sapnap’s loving touches.
“You’ve barely even met him.” Sapnap said optimistically. “Little quick to hate.”

A guilty feeling boiled up inside of me. Perhaps all of the stories that George had told me about his father had been getting to me, even if they were probably made up. I mean he was a sweet man in his fifties who had been through a lot, I shouldn’t be hating him just because of some stories that we shared when we were bored.

“I don’t want to hate him.” I whispered. “Just George has told me all sorts of stories about his father being cruel to him. Like I have made some stuff up before but… I’m not too sure whether  the stories about his Dad were made up.” Sapnap noted my anxiousness and kissed my cheek to comfort me.

“Why would George make up stories about his Dad?” He asked after kissing my cheek.
“The two of us made up a lot of stories.” I replied. “I mean we lived in a cabin with pretty much nothing to do except housework all day every day. We told each other stories and often exaggerated stuff to make it more interesting.”

I continued, moving to hold Sapnap’s hand with one of my own hands while still clutching my book with the other. “George didn’t tell me much about his Dad, but he often said stuff about how he was always hard on him and his siblings. Always pushing them to do more, to do better, and acting as though they don’t know anything.”

“We’ll keep an eye on it.” He reassured me. “Dream, you, and I won’t let anything happen to George. I promise.”
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