DreamNotFound Oneshots

Nightmare

Comfort
TW: Domestic Abuse, Mention of Rape

George's past relationship wasn't very healthy, now he has a bad dream about his current one with Dream.

George's POV:

I woke to the sun flickering through my slightly swaying blinds. The window must be open. I roll over, desperate to crawl back into Clay's arms and cuddle with him like i do every morning. But i rolled onto a vacant pillow.

I sat up in confusion, stretching my arms above my head, clenching and unclenching my eyes. A small yawn escaped my mouth as i focussed on the familiar figure sitting in our sofa chair. A gentle smile made it's way onto my face as i watched him. He looked strange though.

"Hey, what are you doing over there?" I asked calmly, tiredness thick in my voice. His eyes moved from the floor to glare at me, his eyebrows furrowing and lips in an unnatural straight line. His whole body was stiff. He looked furious. "Clay, are you okay?" I asked worriedly. He didn't move even an inch. "Clay?" I asked again, beginning to get out of our bed and make my way over to him.

Suddenly he stood up, his whole body in a threatening stance. "Erm... Clay?" I asked again. Fear was starting to brew in my chest. I gulped. I looked him directly into the eyes and saw a look i wished I'd never see again. A look of pure hatred and the desire to hurt.

His hand came up to firmly wrap around my neck and push me back against the bed. My back slammed into the sheets, him falling on top of me. "What-" gulp "what are you doing?" I gulped and clenched my teeth. He still spoke no words. I began to shove against him, desperate to get out of this position. "Clay, you're scaring me."

He grabbed both of my hands and pinned them above my head, shuffling himself so he was straddled against my waist. My whole body began to shiver with panic. He grinned at my state, running his tongue over his bottom lip, before gripping it inbetween his teeth.

I inhaled in a deep and shaky breath, struggling against his painful grip on my wrists. "Clay, you're hurting me," i whispered, tears spilling from my eyes and my breaths becoming jagged. I saw him lift his free hand, through my foggy eyes, before striking down on the side of my face with enough force to leave a gaping, flushed red-mark on my cheek.

I was frozen. Clay had never hit me before.

He promised he'd never even lay an unintentional hand on me, especially after my last relationship. My last boyfriend was extremely abusive. He'd hit me at any chance he'd get and force me to do dirty things to him. Clay knew i had a lot of healing to do. I've only just gotten comfortable with little touching. Even then, Clay is usually so wary, not wanting to push me into anything i don't want to do.

Cuddling and kissing was okay. In fact, i love cuddling. I love the warm feeling i get when I'm cradled in Clay's arms. He would run his fingers through my hair, while pressing tender kisses to the top of my head. I'd be lulled to sleep by the constant, steady rhythm of his heartbeat thumping in my ear. Sometimes, our short, sweet kisses will last a little longer and turn into passionate make-out sessions. Only recently have i started thinking about taking things even further. But i wasn't ready. And Clay knew i wasn't.

Terror had overcome me. I couldn't breathe.

I took a quick glance at him. He had a lustful and cruel look on his face, which unnerved and chilled me throughout.

He let go of my hands. But i was too shocked and terrified to move even in the slightest. Without warning, Clay brought both of his hands to the collar of my shirt and began pulling. The material tightened against my throat while his knuckles dug into my chest, as my shirt tore and frayed all the way down the middle. He shuffled down my legs slightly, running both hands down from my shoulders to my waist. He tugged at my pyjama bottoms, eager to expose me.

"Clay..." i sobbed, my voice strained. His hands continued to tug on my bottoms, pulling them down to the top of my knees. "Please... stop..." i muttered. It was as much of a desperate escape as i could muster. He chuckled, his eyes flickering up to fully glare into mine once more. My breath hitched in anticipation of what he was about to do.

"Oh Geooorrrrrrge..." he murmured, a sick and twisted grin now present on his lips. "Geooorrgee..." he sung slightly louder this time. "George!" He screamed at me. My arms wrenched themselves back into life and covered my face, shielding me from him. "GEORGE!" He continued to scream. "Please, im sorry..." i whimpered.

"GEORGE!!"

"GEORGE?!"

"GEORGE?!!"

My eyes snapped open. My lungs heaved as if they've been deprived of air. A thick layer of sweat coated my entire body, as i violently shook. I felt a warm hand press against my upper arm and i shot up into a sitting position, instinctively throwing myself as far away from whoever just touched me.

"George?..." A soft voice questioned. I recognised it as Clay's. It must been about 3am or something, it's almost pitch black in our room, so i couldn't see him at all.

I heard the bed squeak and him stumble across the floor in the darkness. The light was switched on, revealing me curled into a ball; my tear-stained and red face nestled into my forearms.

"Georgie?" I head Clay call, making his way over to my side of the bed. I felt the sheets dip besides me and a hesitant palm rest upon my shoulder. "What happened baby?" He asked, his tone rich with concern.

I knew it was all a dream at this point.

I lifted my head from my hold and looked into his eyes. His face was scrunched into a look of deep sadness. "Clay..." i spoke, letting out a choked sob. "Hey, come here." He held out his arms motioning me to crawl into them.

With another sob i untucked myself and collapsed against Clay, snuggling my nose into the crook of his neck. His arms snaked around me, his palms stroking soothing circles on the small of my back. My hand were gripping onto his shirt, balling the fabric into my fists.

"Did you have a nightmare?" He whispered into my ear. I nodded meekly in his embrace, my sobs picking up speed again. "Aw baby, I'm so sorry. Want to talk about it?"

I pulled away to look up at him. He gave me a reassuring smile. I sniffled and wiped my glistening eyes against his shirt, before looking right back at him. "You-you hit me." Clay's frown deepened even more. "A-and tried to-" i hiccuped, feeling the compelling urge to burst into tears again. Clay waited for me to continue. "-tried to r-ra" "Don't say it," Clay spoke, cutting me off. "I'm sorry," i whispered. "You have nothing to be sorry for," he said, clenching his eyes as a tear fell from his right eye. He pushed my head back against his chest and slowly laid us down.

"I love you, Georgie," he whispered.

"I love you too," i whispered back.

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WC: 1257