More then I could've hoped for... (DNF short Story)

III

"You have 8 minutes or I'm taking you dressed how you are now!" He calls from his room.

I jump, shaking my head before speeding to my room to change.

----- In the car

I'm leaning against the window listening to the music, we have been in the car for over 10 minutes now. The car was silent the entire time, it wasn't an awkward silence but comforting. My favorite song begins to play, I start to hum the song's intro.

"I got my ticket for the long way round. Two bottles whiskey for the way and I would sure like some sweet company, and I'm leaving tomorrow what do you say," I try to keep my voice low but slowly get lost in the song while singing soon themelody begins slowing "When I'm gone When I'm gone, you're gonna miss me when I'm gone. You're gonna miss me by my walk, you're gonna miss me by my talk, oh You're gonna miss me when I'm gone." I giggle to myself and put my head back on the window looking out at the city.

"So you can sing?" Dream looks over to me with a smirk on his face.

"Well no not really, I just like that song. I listen to every time I miss my mom." I smile at the memory, of my mom and I dancing to the song in the living room.

"It was beautiful," Dream takes one of his hands off the stirring wheel and puts it on mine.

I look down at it as he clasps his hand in mine I do the same, smiling at him then looking away. We finally pull into the lot of his job, he parks then steps out of the car making his way to my side of the car, he pulls the door open sticking his hand out for me.

"Come on little bird let me show you around," He smiles waiting for me to take his hand.

I take his hand and we begin walking toward an elevator, "So is this a family business?" I ask entering the elevator.

"You can say that yes." He looks away and I can sense he is not saying everything.

"What do you mean I can say that? What else is there?" I look at him and he still doesn't look back.

He looks at me and debates on whether to answer or not.

"You don't have to say more if you don't want to I mean, " I let go of his hand and grip the edge of the button shirts, looking down to the floor, "You have no reason to trust me and you barely know me, just because I tell you about my trauma doesn't mean I deserve to know about your life. Sorry for bother-"

He cuts me off pushing me into the elevator wall putting one of his hands on my throat and the other making me look at his face.

Dream's POV

I didn't mean to snap but every time he apologizes it ticks me off. He shouldn't feel the need to apologize for asking a question. It makes me fucking pissed, why is such a sweet boy apologizing to the likes of me. I have killed with these hands and made people bow down to me. I look at him my grip on his neck isn't tight but it's firm enough to hold him in place.

I look into his eyes, I want him, I want him to have power, I want people to fucking fear him. I want to fucking slaughter every person who made a tear shed from his eyes. I want to kill anyone and everyone who dared to hurt him. I accidentally tighten my grip on his neck and I feel him flinch, I focus my attention back on him.

"Little bird," I sighed. "I need you to understand, your apologizing gives me an anger I have never felt before. I can't control myself and it pisses me off, the fact you think you need to apologize for simple things, the people that hurt you I want to fucking burn them down, I want them to feel 10 folds of the pain you have felt." I squeeze a bit harder on his neck still not enough to hurt just enough to cut some of his oxygen off.