in this forever - dnf football au

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George's pov:

dream is acting weird, or maybe i am, i feel empty and numb, everything he's doing seems to be pissing me off and i don't know why,

i'm kinda glad when dream leaves me alone with ivy, i'm never short with her, i adore her, "where papa?" she asks turning around and walking over to where he was sitting on my couch, "i don't know vee vee," i say picking her up and sitting her on my lap,

"papa?" she ask looking up at me with worry in her big brown eyes,

"we're both just a little down right now ," i admit,

"dada" she asks, using her little arms to attempt to hug me,

"it doesn't matter sweetheart you don't have to worry about it," i assure her, slightly regreting over sharing with her,

"dada bave," she says pressing the side on her face just under my ribs, i could tear up just seeing how adorable she is,

"i'm doing it all for you sweetie," i say gently hugging her back,

we watch movie and play with her dolls for the rest of the afternoon until she begins to get hungry, i make her a snack to keep her going then go to find dream,

he's asleep in our bed wearing the same jeans and hoodie he had been that morning,

"dream ivys hungry i'm gonna make her something then maybe we should order takeout for dinner?" i suggest standing in the doorframe as his eyes flutter open,

"huh?" he yawns beckoning me to the bed, i ignor him,

"ivy needs to be fed, im gonna make her dinner can your order us something," i say with a slight edge to my voice,

"i can cook," he suggests, slipping out of bed and changing his jeans to sweatpants,

"no i wanna get take out," i say,

"oh okay," he says looking down to his feet instead of in my eyes, i feel a awful sense of victory seeing him be put in his place,

"yeah, can you just order a pizza, i'm gonna go make ivy something," i say,

"okay," he mumbles pulling out his phone and sitting back into bed, i walk away without another word,

when i get down the the kitchen ivy is done with her snack, i pick her up and hold her against my hip, "what do you want for dinner princess?" i ask gently,

"pasa," she says after a moment of thinking,

"what do you want your pasta with?" i say,

"tamto," she says her mispronunciation is adorable,

"tomato sauce?" i ask, she nods her head of blonde curls,

"okay darling i'll make you that, you wanna help?" i ask,

she nods excitedly, i sit her on a clean part of the counters and begin to cook, i assign her the job of stirrer which she does amazingly of course,

a couple minutes later dream comes down in grey sweats and a blue shirt, "hi babe," he says kissing my cheek then picking up ivy,

"is the pizza ordered?" i ask him, not even looking in his eyes as he runs a hand down my back,

"mhm," he nods,

"i got it from the fancy place that opened recently," he smiles, he expects me to thank him,

"oh okay," i say taking ivy from his arms and holding her on my hip, as i put her pasta onto a plate, dream trails behind me as i place ivy into the chair and let her eat,

"is something wrong?" he asks quietly as to not alert ivy,

"no i'm fine relax," i snap going back into the kitchen to clean up,

"did i say something?" he asks following he in,

"no, dream i'm fine, can you go and watch vee," i say, anything to get him away from me right now,

"okay fine," he sighs walking back towards ivy, i begin to tear up, i don't know why,

i'm feeling a thousand different emotions right now and i can't differentiate between any of them, my head hurts from thinking and i can feel a wave of cramps coming on, "pizzas here," i hear dream call an it send me over the edge,

"i'm going for a drive," i shout pacing out of the kitchen through dinning room, grabbing my keys and walking out the door, i can hear dreams voice but i ignore him and shut the door as soon as i'm out of it,

the night air is cool on my skin and blows through the shirt i'm wearing making my hairs stand on end, i just stand in our driveway for a while, the dark sky is soothing and the quiet atmosphere drains the thoughts in my head,

i get in my jeep and begin to drive, i'm not quite sure where but i drive, my legs are shaking as i press heavier and heavier on the gas and my nails dig into the leather of the steering wheel,

as i hit the freeway i begin to let out choking sobs, everything from the last few years
pour out of my eyes and claws it's way up my throat in vile screams, anger, frustration, sadness, grief, all while i speed through empty road and ignore the constant calls to my phone from dream,

i don't know how long this goes on for but my throat burns when i'm snapped back to reality by a terrifying sound, sirens, "fuck," i groan pulling over as a cop car pulls up beside me,

with cold shaky fingers i roll my window down, "good evening sir do you know why i pulled you over?" an older male police officer asks,

"yes," i ask blankly with a slight croak in my voice,

"do you know how fast you were going?" he asks,

"no," i admit, i'm so scared, i don't know what i was possibly thinking,

"you were going forty over, are you under the influence of any drugs or alcohol?" he asks,

"no," i sigh bring to my hands up to my face and wiping my eyes, the adrenaline is wearing off and the period cramp i originally felt come in fully,

"sir i'm gonna need to take you to the precinct you may step out of your vehicle," he says, i don't have the energy to fight anyone, i step down from my jeep and stand i front of him as he cuffs me they tries me into the back of the car,

"what age are you?" he asks,

"twenty," i say blankly,

"what you're name?" he asks,

"george," i say in the same tone,

"what's a collage kid like you doing speeding around these parts on a school night,"

"i'm not in school, i'm not even from here my- my-" i'm not even sure what i can call dream anymore, "my kids dad is a football player and we had to move here,"

"oh yeah would i have heard of him?" he asks,

"no one special," i roll my eyes suddenly remembering every stupid little thing i was pissed off at him for,

i ignore the rest of his questions and we reach the precinct in about ten minutes, i'm brought into front desk where he tells everything to a custody officer, i think the fact the was ignoring him in the car pissed him off because he says he's gonna process me then i'll be but in a hiding cells until i can find someone to bail me out,

they take my finger print and make sure i'm not drunk along with a bunch of other stuff and they then ask if i want to use their phone call someone, "i've got no one to call," i say and then i'm throw into a dingy cell already filled with drunks,

i sink down in the corner and begin to softly cry into my knees, this is nightmare.