Trapped ||Dream Team x Reader|| (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 14 - A Proposition

A/n: getting motivation is hard😀 but regardless, here's another long-ish chapter. Ily people and thank you for always being patient :)
(and I did proofread this chapter bcuz I'm not as late as last time)

UPDATE: WE HIT 5K READS WTF. IM WRITING THIS AFTER THE ORIGINAL A/N AND IM SO HAPPY WTHHH. I KNOW IVE SAID IT ALREADY BUT ILL SAY IT AGAIN: ILY DICKHEADS (this is being used with the utmost kindness btw😎) AND I CANT THANK YOU ENOUGH. POG!
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Y/n had been deep in thought when they decided to tune back into their reality. Faintly, just faintly, they swore they could make out voices. So just to check -because there could actually be people outside by the door- they cautiously stood from Nick's bed, doing their best to keep quiet, and tiptoed over to the door. They placed an ear on the rough wood of it, trying their hardest to drown out the background noise of the room they were in and just listen to the outside area.

Being able to almost clearly make out the voices, y/n realized it was George and Nick. George..? George! He's here, holy shit! they thought with both happiness and excitement. Unfortunately, as they'd heard, Nick was there too. And because of it, y/n couldn't resist the urge to lock the door; just to be safe.

They were right to lock it too.

As if it was pure luck they had done it in time, the doorknob jiggled. Someone was trying to open it. A knock came; a harsh knock. As soon as the door had been knocked on, y/n's head had jerked up from looking at the floor. Their eyes widened in fear as they began to back away from the only entrance -or exit- in the room. If that door was opened or broke, their safety would be in trouble. Their breathing picked up, unsteadying itself as y/n became more and more worrisome and fearful of any other noise.

However, the knocking stopped and a soft voice called out through the wooden material.

"Y/n?"

It was George's voice.

No response came from y/n.

The boy called out again, "Y/n, are you in there?"

Realizing if they didn't respond for the second time, they'd be in much more danger than they already were, y/n answered. "Y-yes?" they spoke with a shaky voice.

"H-hey," George swallowed. "Can you open the door please?"

"Do I have to?" Y/n asked in a soft voice, barely above a whisper for George to hear.

"I would like it if you did.."

"Okay, I-I'll open the door," Y/n obliged. They slowly moved over to the door and reached for the doorknob. A shaky hand gingerly flipped the lock to the opposite position, unlocking the door. They twisted the knob, and carefully opened up to see a sorrowful-looking George.

"Hey.." Y/n looked away, glancing down at the floor in nervousness.

"Hi." He smiled; it was a small, comforting smile, regretful even. He looked y/n up and down, checking for any injuries. "Are you hurt?"

"No, I'm okay." It was a lie.

"That's good. It's nice to see you again," the brunet told them. "I hope Nick hasn't hurt you too bad. He didn't right?"

"O-Oh um, is Nick here?" Y/n did their best to act as if they hadn't heard Nick just a minute ago.

"No h-he's not here," George stuttered. He was lying, and y/n knew.

"Okay, well then I guess I'm allowed to mention that yeah, he's hurt me pretty bad." Y/n scratched the back of their neck, pretending as though Nick wasn't there after all.

"Oh..He has?" The brunet questioned with a tone of sadness, a hint of disbelief even.

Y/n hesitated a bit before telling George everything. "Yeah..He's killed me several times when I haven't listened, kept me tied to a bed for days, and won't leave me alone. By that I mean he won't stop kissing me and forcing me to lay with him. O-Or just displaying physical affection towards me in general," they vented, resting their shoulder on the door frame. "George, I can't do it anymore. It hurts George, I'm in so much pain; both physically and mentally. I got my memories back and-"