Alone Without You

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TW's:
-Mentions rape (description)
-Self hate/disgust

'Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry, Georgie. But can I tell you how proud I'm at you for telling me this?'

I smiled weakly and rested my head on his chest.

'Do you want to tell me more about it?'

I nodded slowly and cuddled up really closely with him.

'She, five years ago, rape me.'

'She raped you five years ago?'

'Yes, but she come back, rape me again few weeks back, today again.'

'I'm so sorry, George. That's awful, that's really the most disgusting thing someone can do.'

'I hate myself, my fault.'

'Never say that ever again. Rape is NEVER the victim's fault.'

'It is, I didn't fight back, I went with her when she forced me. I let her do it.'

'George, stop saying this immediately. This is not your fault at all, okay? I promise this to you.'

'It's my fault, I'm disgusting.'

'You're not disgusting, it's not your fault. She forced you into doing this and you were in a complete shock, causing you to not being able to fight back anymore.'

'I understand that you will never want to be my friend again.'

'I would still love to be your friend.'

'No one wants me, I'm disgusting. I just let a girl who I didn't even like have sex with me.'

'It's rape, that's something way different.'

'You don't want me, I already did everything with her.'

'George, listen to me. You got raped three times and that's not your fault at all. You didn't choose for it and you didn't want it, right?'

'Yeah.'

'Well, if you didn't want it, but she still did it then it's considered rape. If she even forced you like she did to you, it's also considered rape. In each scenario it's considered rape, which means you got raped and it's not your fault.'

'Really?'

'Really.'

'Do you believe me?'

'Why wouldn't I believe you telling me something like this?'

'My parents laughed at me,' I whispered.

'Excuse me? Your parents laughed at you telling them you got raped?'

'Y-yes.'

'Oh, I don't think so. I'm going to tell them what the hell is wrong with them immediately. I'm not letting them treat their son like absolute garbage.'

'You don't have to stick up for me.'

'Too bad, because I will.'

Dream let go of me and he stood up, walking downstairs furiously.

'I will try and bring this as politely as I can and you can hate me and swear the shit out of me after, but I'm not letting this happen. George trusted you with his biggest secret and you just freaking LAUGH at him? Are you actually sick in your freaking heads? Do I need to call a doctor for you, or just send you to a mental hospital right away? How dare you laugh at your son telling you his biggest secret he had been carrying around for FIVE years.'

It was completely quiet and I was scared for my dad to start screaming at Dream, but it stayed quiet.

'How the hell dare you?' Dream screamed. 'You're literal monsters, you literally are. YOU COULD HAVE HELPED AND PREVENTED IT FROM HAPPENING TWICE AGAIN.'

'W-what are you talking about?' my dad asked.

'Oh sure, now you don't know what we are talking about? Laughing about your son telling you he got freaking RAPED.'

'Well in my defence, boys don't get raped often.'

'BUT THEY GET RAPED. Literally if you weren't George's parents, I would have literally hit and kicked you, but I will keep calm. I literally just hate you, I actually do. You could have gone to the police with him and prevented all this shit from happening. How are you so dumb, you're actually dumber than a freaking rock or something. I'm literally hiring an apartment near here and I'm taking George with me. I'm not going to let him live with you, those idiotic bastards. I will be with him and care for him as long as he needs me to. Something you failed to do.'

Dream ran upstairs again, smashing the door behind him. He ran into my room and looked at me. I stood up and hugged him tightly against my body. 'I'm so glad you stuck up for me,' I whispered. 'I would have never dared to.'

'That's why I am here, Georgie.'

I smiled at him and we sat down on my bed. Dream hugged me really tightly and smiled at me.

'Is that why you got so scared by people touching you, Georgie?'

I nodded. 'When you touched my chest I immediately went back to what she did to me.'

'Do you want to talk about what she did with you?'

'Everything,' I whispered. 'She also made me do things to her and I feel disgusting.'

'You're not disgusting at all.'

'Would you actually like a friendship with a traumatised and rape victim?'

'I don't see why not, Georgie. I don't love you less because you got raped. I actually love how strong you are.'

'But I already did stuff with someone and really recently.'

'Listen here and now to me. This doesn't count as your first time doing anything, okay? As long as you don't want to count this, we will not count it. I want to be your friend, I obviously want to be your friend because I'm not an absolute dick who is leaving you for being raped which you didn't want nor ask for.'

'Really? Do you actually see it like that?'

'I actually do, Georgie. The first time doing it out of free will and enjoying it is your first time. This doesn't count at all, okay?'

'I only don't think I'm ready to talk about it more.'

'That's totally fine, don't worry about that. I will love you forever and I will be here just as long as it takes you to be ready for it.'

'Is it weird if we cuddle?'

'Not at all, we can cuddle whenever we want to.'

I nodded slowly. 'Do you actually still love me?'

'More than anything.'

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