Ight so here's George's side of the story... if you can't handle heavy topics then don't read this chapter, trust me
Yeah I love angst soooooo here ya go
TW: sexual themes (not smut!), implied non-con, toxic/abusive relationship, language
3rd Person P.O.V.
It had started innocently enough. George had tried online dating, met someone, and went on a date. Pretty typical stuff, if you ask me. George and Jared met in person for the first time at a coffee shop, a midpoint in between both of their homes. And, all in all, the date had gone well.
It could be said that they hit it off instantly.
In fact, they fit together so well that Jared practically lived at George's apartment. He still had a house, but rarely left George's side, and therefore spent most of the time in George's apartment. After two weeks of dating, Jared insisted on joining George's stream, on one condition- Dream would be left out. Maybe George didn't see it, but everyone else- most importantly, Jared- could tell there was more between the best friends. So, as requested, George streamed with Jared, plus Sapnap and Bad. He also spent that morning ignoring Dream's messages- another one of Jared's rules. He felt bad about it, especially after the blond sent him a donation, but rules were rules, and George genuinely believed the payout would be worth it in the end.
Well, at least he tried to ignore Dream. But George, being himself, didn't want his friend to worry.
Dream: george please I'm worried about you
Yep, that wasn't something he could ignore. He felt guilty enough already, and a small explanation couldn't hurt... He quickly turned off his cam as soon as Jared left for the bathroom, texting Dream.
Gogy: sorry I was busy with Jared
Dream: oh
George stared at his phone, frowning. Dream's response was cryptic... was it possible-?
George shook his head. Nope. No, he couldn't be thinking like that. He was happy with Jared, and that was that.
Gogy: yeah, we met online, then met up at a coffee shop for breakfast like a week later
Gogy: we hit it off instantly!
For good measure, George sent a mirror selfie of him sitting in Jared's lap. Whether it was to convince Dream or himself, he wasn't sure. But he didn't have time to think about it, because Jared was coming back, and it was time to continue with his stream.
"Hey guys, sorry, we're back!" George smiled, barely catching the side eye from Jared.
"What, were you guys making out or something? What took so long?" Sapnap asked, a twinge of sarcasm in his voice. Before George could respond, however, Jared cut in.
"Let's just play." His tone was quite intimidating, and George glanced over just in time to see a "we need to talk" look.
"Um... yeah, let's just start the game..."
After the stream, George went back to check Dream's response, only to find himself left on read. But he also got a notification about Dream's stream... which he had started before George's stream had ended. Now that one hurt, they had made an agreement long ago to not stream at the same time, unless it was a special circumstance. But George had streamed bed wars, and Dream streamed speed run practice... hardly a rare occasion.
Footsteps approached, stopping in the doorway.
"Babe?"
"George." Jared spoke slowly, tone practically venomous. The smaller boy flinched back, curling in on himself reflexively. "Phone. Now." George looked up to see an outstretched hand, and an angry, expectant Jared glaring down at him. He shamefully offered up his phone, letting Jared look through his texts with Dream. "Hmmm..."
"I'm sorry..."
"You should be. You know the rules. Now I'll have to keep your phone until I think you've learned your lesson," Jared decided, putting George's phone away in a locked safe. The brunette just watched, jaw dropped. He hadn't expected Jared to actually take his phone away... he wasn't a child!
"Don't you think that's a little overkill?" He questioned, soft brown eyes nervous, yet defiant. Jared snorted, shaking his head.
"Well, it's not my fault my boyfriend is a little whore," he scoffed, snarling under his breath.
"I- what?!"
"You seriously don't see it, do you? You and Dream, all you do is flirt." Jared crossed his arms, turning up his nose. "I bet that, if you were to meet him in person, you would be down on your knees for him in a heartbeat."
"What- I- No!" George sputtered, shaking his head in denial. A smirk flashed across Jared's face for the smallest second, and he got closer to the bed George was sitting on. He put his hands on the brunette's shoulders firmly, staring him down.
"Then prove it." George looked confused, tilting his head. "Get on your knees for me."
"Wait, no, I'm not... I'm not ready for that stuff, not yet..." George shook his head wildly, eyes wide. Jared slapped him across the face roughly, leaving a bright red mark on his cheek.
"I said, get on your knees for me, slut."
It had been two weeks. Two weeks of streaming with Jared. Two weeks without his phone. Two weeks of stuff George would rather forget.
He could only imagine what his friends thought. Not to mention his fans...
George groaned, shoving his face into the pillow. His bed smelled of- well, he didn't want to think about it. Jared was out at the store, picking up groceries since George was having a bit of difficulty, well, walking...
It was like a breath of fresh air, being alone. Or, rather, not being with Jared. He didn't want to be alone. There was nothing George wanted more in the world than to see his friends again, to talk with them and have everything go back to normal, before he even met Jared.
Well, George would never try online dating again, that was for sure.
It didn't really matter, anyway. He had only tried it in the first place because he couldn't face his feelings for Dream. It's funny how being with Jared made him realize how much he adored Dream, even if he couldn't put a face to the name. George would give up everything just to get another chance to talk to the younger streamer.
Too bad Jared would probably push him to the brink of death before he got the chance.
George's body was sore all over, bruises in the shape of Jared's hands littering his pale skin. He had to wear a turtleneck to hide the very prominent bruises from Jared's chokehold that maybe went a bit too far... as in George had woken up hours later, hurting all over.
Jared would be back from the store soon. The very thought sent a shiver down George's spine, knowing of what was to come. A few stray tears stained his pillow, soft sobs escaping his chest. He couldn't go on like this...
It wasn't too much later when he heard the keys in the door. George wiped at his eyes quickly, trying to compose himself before Jared saw. He didn't dare get up from the bed, instead just staying in place, laying on his stomach.
"GET IN HERE!" George scrambled to get up, heading to the kitchen. "Unpack these groceries. Oh, and when you're finished, go to the bathroom and strip for me," Jared smirked, watching George as he struggled to put away the groceries. The poor boy was hurting, in more ways than one.
George was almost finished when there was a knock on the door. George went to answer it, but Jared pushed him back quickly, blocking the visitor from view.
"What do you want?" Jared growled.
"I came to see George-" The voice was cut off by a door slam. George swallowed nervously, he had recognized that voice...
"Who was at the door..." George hesitated for a moment, before adding: "Babe?" His voice quivered just slightly, and either Jared didn't notice, or didn't care.
"Some guy who said he was here to see you. Don't you remember what we talked about? I thought I made it clear I didn't want you talking to other guys, slut," Jared snarled, approaching the smaller boy frighteningly quick.
"Please, Jared, I'm sure it's just a friend-" George was cut off by a hard slap to his cheek, making him stumble backwards and fall to the floor. Jared was practically fuming, face red with anger.
"Shut your whore mouth. I know you've been sleeping around, you know how that makes me feel." George couldn't help the quiet whimper that escaped his lips.
"N-no, please, I p-promise I haven't-" He yelped, the door slamming open moments later. There stood a very tall man, looking almost as furious as Jared. He had blond hair, and a fairly muscular figure, and George knew at once the man must be Dream.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Dream hissed, hands balled into fists. He glanced at George on the floor, holding his cheek delicately. "Did you hit him? Seriously?"
"He deserved it. Now get the fuck out of my house before I call the police!" Jared yelled.
"Your house?! YOUR HOUSE?!" George shook his head, nose scrunched up. He was so tired of this, and now he had backup. "Get out." Jared looked surprised at George's sudden confidence, then back to furious.
"I knew you were a weak little slut. You had to get your freak boyfriend to come protect you? From me? Ha!" Jared gave each of them a death glare. George's gaze flickered over to Dream quickly, thankful that his face was already red and hid his blush at being called Dream's boyfriend.
"GET OUT!" George screamed, Dream moving to the side to let Jared out the door. After he had left, Dream slammed the door, growling angrily. His gaze turned to George, eyes softening as he approached the boy, offering him a hand.
"George, I-" Dream was cut off by the smaller boy swatting his hand away, shaking his head quickly. George wanted to fall into Dream's arms so badly, but he needed a minute to collect himself first.
"No! Please don't touch me..." Dream nodded, backing off with his hands up.
"Ok, it's ok, I won't touch you if you don't want." George just sighed, cradling his cheek.
"Just... just give me a minute..." He stood up, moving his hand away. "Does it look bad...?"
"Just a little red. Are you ok? Did he do anything else to you?" Dream asked worriedly. George shook his head, touching his cheek tentatively.
"No... that was the first time he hit me, I swear." George felt bad for lying, but he didn't want Dream to worry. He was afraid the blond would never look at him the same again if he told the truth.
"And the last," Dream added, eyes darkening. "I won't let that fucker ever lay a finger on you again, I promise." George sighed, brushing himself off.
"Thanks, but I'll be fine. I don't need you to protect me or anything..." That wasn't a complete lie. He didn't need Dream's protection, but he definitely craved it. Especially since there was no knowing if Jared would come back to get him...
"Well, my flight back isn't for like, another week, so... maybe you'd want someone to stay with you, just in case?" Dream suggested. "What happened seemed pretty intense, and I always said I would visit you someday." George internally sighed with relief.
"Yeah... you did," a small smile appeared on his face, and Dream grinned back at him. "No, yeah, you should definitely stay here. I've really missed talking to you- and everyone else, of course." A light blush spread across his face, eyes darting away.
"Aww, Georgie, we missed you too." He thought for a moment, adding: "I missed you." Without warning, George hugged him tightly, face buried in Dream's chest.
"I'm so sorry, I should've- I should've told you what was going on. He insisted on answering most of my messages... and I stopped getting them after a while, I figured everyone stopped caring or something..." he sniffed quietly. Again, not a complete lie... but not exactly the truth, either. Dream frowned, holding George close.
"Nobody stopped caring, George... he blocked them." George looked up, eyes wide and watery. "He blocked me too. But I promise you, everyone cares about you. In fact, almost everyone was involved in getting me here to you." Now that was news to the brunette. He had genuinely believed nobody cared, that they all just thought he had left them for Jared...
"Oh..."
"Actually, we should call them. Let them know what happened, yknow?" George's expression turned to one of terror.
"No, please don't tell them..."
"Oh, no, I wouldn't do that, alright?" Dream gently cradled George's face, tilting his head with a soft smile. "They were all worried about you, maybe just a quick hello and telling them you're ok? And unblocking everyone, too." The brunette let out a long sigh, nodding.
"Yeah. Yeah, that's fine, lets do that," he agreed, tightening his hold on Dream. He never wanted to let go.
"George...?" Dream was frowning, and he looked almost angry. George's breath hitched, voice shaking as he mumbled out a barely audible "Yes?"
"Did you lie to me? About what he did to you?" George felt his heart stop, and the world slowed down around him. How did he find out?
"-orge. George! You still there?" Dream was shaking him gently, eyes full of worry and concern.
"Oh, um..."
"Jesus, Gogy, I can feel your heart beat. Why'd you lie to me? I just want to help you, ok? You can tell me what he did," Dream encouraged, rubbing slow circles into George's back.
"You won't see me the same..." Dream could feel his heart shatter. George just looked so scared and miserable, and he wanted nothing more than to get the old George back.
"I promise I won't look at you any differently. I..." Dream swallowed, sighing. "I love you, ok? I just want to see you happy, and that can't happen if you keep everything inside. You have to talk to me, George, I just want to help."
"I guess..." He mumbled, backing away from the taller man. "Um... well..." George went on to explain what had happened between him and Jared, Dream's expression becoming more and more horrified as he listed things off.
"George..." Dream was at a loss for words. He had expected there to be more to this story, but he hadn't expected the things that had been uncomfortably explained to him. "Is it ok if I hug you?" George didn't answer, instead settling for climbing into Dream's arms and burying his face in the blond's hoodie.
"I-I'm so s-sorry, I di-didn't want him to!" He sobbed, staining the soft fabric with tears. Dream just wrapped his arms around George, completely lost. What could he even do?
"It's not your fault, George, ok? That- that fucker, he belongs in jail. And-" he paused, frowning. "I'm going to make sure he goes there. He won't ever bother you again, Georgie, I promise." The smaller boy sniffled quietly, a tiny smile adorning his lips.
"Thank you, Dream."
That was a really long chapter (again) but I'm pretty proud of it
Anyways if y'all enjoy angst you should go check out my new dnf story, Sunny Side Up (its about an eating disorder~)
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