My Masterpiece ~DNF~

6

(George's POV)

After I got ready I left mine and Dream's dorm. I couldn't take the embarrassment I felt this morning after waking up to me and Dream cuddling. It was awkward, it wasn't something I had expected to wake up to. Yes, I think Dream is attractive and amazing, but after Jake, I don't know if I can put myself out there anymore. Jake hurt me in many more ways than cheating, it's nothing I want to talk to anybody about though. He would go through my phone when I wasn't there, he would insult me any chance he could, and sometimes if I made him mad enough he would hit me.

It's always my fault though, so I can't blame him. My mom always thought I and Jake were perfect, so I thought that too. But in the past few weeks, he and I were together I would see all of his imperfections, how he always made me clean up after him, or how he would hide his phone from me while we were in bed. It just makes so much more sense now that I know he was not perfect

But Dream, he's perfect, I know everybody has imperfections, but Dream is the most perfect man I've ever met. I'm not sugarcoating it either, he's a gentleman, has manners, picks up after himself, and is always the brightest person in the room. But with Jake it made me feel like I was 15 all over again.

As I was walking out of the dorm I ran into one of my biggest bullies in the whole college. Zach Banks.

"Watch where you're going, freak." He spat in my face and shoved me into the wall. "S-sorry," I mumbled. He shoved me further into the wall. "Speak up, twig." He raised his hand to punch me but someone stopped him.

"Get your fucking hands off him." I felt his grip be released and I fell to the floor. It was Dream who pushed him off. I saw Dream pin Zach into the wall. "How about you get your hands off me before I beat the shit out of you like I do to the school freak." Zach tried to get out of Dream's grip, but he held on tight. Dream laughed an evil laugh.

"Or how about I beat the school's biggest pussy?" Dream tilts his head. Zach flinches, he actually flinched. He starts shaking his head quickly. "No, we wouldn't want that. Right, freak?" Both Dream and Zach look at me and I stand up. I shake my head. "No, we wouldn't." I smile. "But I do want to get a hit at that perfect nose you have." I bring my hand back and punch him square in the nose. Dream lets go and he runs down the hallway, probably to my mom's office.

"Are you ok?" Dream puts his hand on my shoulder and I gasp. "Yeah, I'm uh ok." I nervously laugh.

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I'm now in the office with my furious mother and a nervous Dream sitting by me. "George, what the fuck were you thinking?" She finally sits down and puts her hand on her temple.

"What the fuck was I thinking? Mom, he has been bullying me ever since I came here! Why do you think I want to leave so fucking bad?" I cried. "I've been getting bullied by numerous people, and I'm always too fucking scared to tell you because of what happened when I was 15!" I almost forget Dream is in the room, but his glances toward me are what let me know.

At this point, he can hear what happened to me, there's nothing I can do to make sure he never knows. "George, you know that wasn't your fault." I looked at my mom and shook my head.

"No, it wasn't my fault. But it was my fault when you could hear those noises from my room, it was my fault when you yelled at me for being too selfish because other people were home." I let one tear slide out of my eye, I could see that Dream was looking at me with worried eyes. I looked at him, my eyesight blurry.

"George, you can't say that, it's not fair." My mom angrily spoke. "But I can." I looked her in the eyes. "Because no matter how many times he assaulted me, it's always been my fault." I then stood up and left the room, slamming the door behind me.

When I was 15 I thought I was in love, just like how it was with Jake. I felt like I needed someone by me, to love me, to get me through my shit. But I was wrong. When I was 15 I had a boyfriend named Mark, he was 2 years older than me. I thought I was dating the nicest boy I had ever met. But then 3 months later he came to my house and went through my window. He had taped my mouth and held my wrists.

He made sure to set my mirror up in front of me so I could watch as I was begging for him to stop, for him to just leave me alone. After the first time, the guilt was horrible, it was the worst thing I had experienced. I had never done anything like that and I wasn't planning to until I felt it was right. But after that, it happened 2 more times until I told my mom about it.

It took me 2 months to have the courage to tell her what my boyfriend was doing to me. My mom immediately called his parents and the next day he was on a flight to a boarding school. After that, I never talked about it, and my mom never pushed me.

I felt weak after, I always felt worthless for letting my body be used like that. I got into habits I couldn't put down, I would take my mom's alcohol and drink it until I couldn't feel the pain. A year later, my dad left me, my mom, and the twins. He died with no explanation, he just took a bunch of pills and left us. He couldn't take it anymore with me, with my new habits, and my pain. He wouldn't listen to me, or even consider what I had to say. He just left us with nothing.

I was now back at the dorm with more tears than I left with. I ran to my room and locked the door behind me. I couldn't bare seeing Dream after what I said, or even because of this morning. After a few minutes, I hear knocking on my door.

"What do you want, Dream?" I sobbed.

"Please, George, let me in." His voice sounded hurt. I didn't want to see him or anybody, but because I couldn't resist his pull I unlocked the door and opened it. My cheeks were stained with tears, and I was sure my face was puffy.

Dream came in and pulled me into a hug which made me cry even more. He tried calming me down and soothing me but the tears just wouldn't stop.

After an hour of this, we were sitting on my bed with me in his lap and his hands in my hair. I sniffled a little before talking.

"Can you come with me tomorrow to my mom's?" I looked up to him. He just pulled me back into his chest. "Of course I can." I just hugged him as he was playing with my hair.

"Thank you, Dream." I spoke before falling asleep in his arms.

I hope you liked this chapter! It took me a while to write but I think it's my favorite one so far. Thank you for reading!!

Word Count: 1310