𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕂𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕒 - A Dream x Reader Fic Cause I can

Chapter 2

Woah two chapters? This is longer than my most popular book lmfao. Yeah, yeah I wrote this at almost the same time cause I was excited calm down. In this chapter we hear from Dream but you don't know he exists yet so HAH. 

Enjoy and MASSIVE trigger warning for abuse! Do not read if you have triggers in case the first warning wasn't enough. Read the description for the triggers again.

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I walked in behind Jack, tremors shaking my insides. I had to get out. I tried disassociating, leaving my body behind. I couldn't.

I was all too aware of myself as he turned to me. As he walked towards me and leaned his hands behind my head, slamming the door shut and trapping me in the process.

I swallowed as I heard the lock click. His eyes charged into mine, trapping my very soul. How foolish I was to let myself fear him. He didn't speak. I would speak first. And I would be punished for it. But if I did not then we would stay here. For hours until someone did. I did. I had long learnt that the longer I waited, the more pain I got.

"Jack?" I spoke, my voice was hardly above a whisper. His eyes flashed and then my soul shot out. I left my body behind. My mind dove into another world as I distantly heard his shouting, not quite being able to make out what he was saying.

My mouth must have been making some response because I felt him grow anger. The safe space in my mind that I had shakily created started to crumble. I should've left in the car, it's too late now. I'm stuck.

The first impact of his hand on my face's reason was lost to me. My soul came back and I was in my body again. I fell hard on the wall next to me and he grabbed my shoulder that I had landed on, knowing it would hurt more.

"You stupid bitch!" I sucked in air, bracing and then-

A hard fist landed on my ribs, "you don't gasp at me!" His voice was loud and near my ear, one hand clutching my wrist in a hold that would make the already dark bruise worse. I stopped breathing all together, winded. I was used to this feeling but the panic was still there. "Are you sorry?" He shouted at me, I hesitated, this of course made him madder.

I nodded shakily, desperate to let this be over with.

Please let it be over soon.

Now I may be an Atheist but praying was habit from a Catholic house. I didn't think there was any god but what's the harm in trying?

Apparently a mans fist to my throat.

It came at me, twisting and fast. It opened in the last second and wrapped around my neck, squeezing. My skin burned at it twisted and compressed, my blood pounded where his fingers were.

The panic gripping me was something I was used to but hated none the less. Panicking is the last thing I should be doing.

Tears pricked my eyes from the lack of air. He picked up my short figure, rattling shaking my body as my feet left the safety of the floor. His arm drew back then threw. I didn't go far, he wasn't that strong. I slid though.

The carpet burned my skin as I flew through the hallway and crashed at the living room, sliding until my head connected with the couch.

Through my blurry vision I saw the kitchen and Jack approaching from the hallway. I wasn't free yet. His foot connected with my head and then I saw black.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dream POV (I'm not good at boy POV's please be kind with me)

"Dream run!" I swiveled my mouse around and half laughed and half screamed. At the two people I saw charging towards me. "Orange is here Dream!" George screamed at me, desperate panic covering his voice. I started laughing and pulled out my sword and ran.