Yeah apologies again for that last chapter but... I've said it before and I'll say it again: its for the ✨p l o t✨

Ummm I wrote four new parts for this story today (literally did nothing at school so y'know, extra time) and this is 2/4

I'm planning on dyeing my hair tomorrow so idk about when imma put all these chapters up (tbh they're all pretty short with lots of pov changes between chapters but I'm following my outline so-)

!!note pov change!!

Previously...

"Hold still, kitten," Cole growled, pushing my head down into the blankets with one hand and grabbing both of my wrists with the other. I was crying loudly, my sobs mixing with Cole's grunts and moans as he brutally violated me- again.

Only this time, it was much, much worse.

**Dream's P.O.V.**

I stood up from the sidewalk, frowning. I sighed, putting some earbuds in and shuffling a random playlist. Might as well take a walk, then.

I didn't get it. Why would George give me the wrong address? It didn't make any sense. He didn't move, I know he would've told me before something as big as that.

So who was that man?

Now that I think about it, he looked sort of familiar. Like I knew him from somewhere.

Something brought me to check George's social medias, finally stumbling across a picture of George sitting in the man's lap, both wearing large grins. George was blushing, and the man- Cole, the caption said- was hugging George against his chest. They looked happy- which, strangely enough, sent a pang of jealousy through me.

Why am I jealous? Well... George was my best friend... and I might have a tiny crush on him. Maybe. I don't know. He's pretty, not to mention funny and just so... George. He's practically a perfect person.

So the man that had answered the door was George's boyfriend. So the address was probably right, then.

But why did he look so mad when I mentioned George? Did something happen? Maybe that's why George hasn't been answering anyone!

I turned on my heel, doing a full 180 and heading straight back to their apartment. George's apartment. I was going to see my... friend, no matter what it took.

I walked quickly and consistently, marching my way back down to George's house. I wasn't going to let a boyfriend keep me from seeing him. I flew all the way to England, for gods sake! I should at least be able to do what I came here for.

All the building were similar, so I found myself counting down the houses until the numbers matched the ones from before. George's house.

I dragged my luggage onto the little walkway that led up to the door, leaving it a few feet behind me.

I stood in front of the door, taking a deep breath before knocking. I wait for what feels like forever, and I'm about to give up when I hear the soft click of the lock. The door opens cautiously, and I see a face once familiar.

"George?"

These dream pov chapters are so light and easy compared to george pov ones 😬😬

Idk if y'all know how difficult it is to write about this kinda shit but damn I spent like 3 days on that last chapter bc I just ✨couldn't✨