3am

George slid his clothes on quietly.

He didn't want to wake up his sleeping client.

This time he was working out of the bar. Sometimes the prostitutes will be assigned to meet up at hotels with clients and sleep with them.

George didn't expect this one to last so long.

He grabbed the money off the coffee table and quietly walked out of the room.

The brown haired male walked out of the hotel and the night air hit his face.

"Guess I should call someone to come pick me up." He said to himself.

He got out his phone and dialed one of the workers.

"Sorry the number you dialed is currently not available."

"Fuck." George growled out.

He didn't know what to do.

"Guess I'll walk down to the gas station and try it again."

He began to walked down the dimly lit streets.

The sidewalks were dark and it gave him an eerie vibe.

As he walked he soon begin to smell the bitter scent of cigarettes and alcohol.

The smaller could see a man leaning against the wall with a bottle of booze in his hand.

George took a deep breath and walked by.

"Hey you're a prostitute right!"

George felt a chill run up his spine and he didn't answer.

"Come on I don't have any money but I'll make you feel good."

George gulped.

"S-sorry sir I can't do that now have a good night."

He walked away quickly.

He sighed.

"This is why I shouldn't walk on the street alone at this hour." He thought to himself.

The smaller felt an unsettling feeling and he looked over his shoulder.

His heart dropped when he noticed a man following him.

He bit his lip as his heart began to race and his palms became sweaty.

The driver won't answer his phone and he's miles away from his house.

He was filled with so much fear.

George picked up his pace and began to walk faster towards the direction of the gas station.

He glanced over his shoulder once more and saw the man slowly getting closer.

He began to panic.

George gasped when he saw the gas station in site.

He walked as fast as he could into the store and thank god the man didn't follow him in.

He looked out and noticed the guy standing outside the store.

The guy was waiting for him to come out.

George was freaking out. He didn't know what to do.

He smiled at the gas station worker and then walk to the back of the store.

"What do I do!" He said to himself in a panic.

"Well if you ever need help just call me or find me."

Georges eyes widened when those words filled his mind.

He searched through his coat pocket and his wallet and he gasped when he found the business card.

He didn't want to ask for help but he was so scared and didn't know what else to do.

The brunette dialed the number.

.....Ring.....

His heart began to race

....Ring.....

"Hello?"

George smiled and sighed in relief when the deep voice of the gang leader spoke through the phone.

"D-Dream?" The boy stuttered out.

"Kitten is that you?"

"Y-yes b-but I need your h-help."

The gangster chuckled through the phone,

"I thought you said you didn't need my help?"

George felt tears fill his eyes.

"I k-know and I'm s-sorry but I really n-need help...."

Dream's eyes widened when he heard the boys voice crack through the phone.

"Kitten what's wrong."

George began to shake.

"I-i was out for work and this guy started f-following me and I'm currently in the g-gas station and he's waiting o-outside for me..... I'm so scared and I-I don't know what to do." The brown haired boy said in a shaky voice.

"P-please help m-me."

Dream jumped up and put his coat on and grabbed his car keys. He told a few of his men and they ran out of the door.

"It's ok kitten I'm on my way. Tell me where you are."

George told him the location as clear as he could.

"I'm on my way kitten don't worry."

They hung up the phone.

George wanted to stay on the phone but couldn't because his phone was about to die.

He stood there shaking in fear.

He peeked around the racks of food and made eye contact with the man.

The smaller felt his heart drop and he hid behind the shelves.

He could feel himself start to have a panic attack.

This was all his goddamn fault.

He should've never left the hotel

He should've never let the client carry-on for so long.

He covered his eyes as he stood there shaking.

The minutes that went by felt like hours.

Suddenly he heard the bells on the door ring.

He feared that it was the man.

"What if he finds me!"

"Can the worker even help me"

"Oh god what is he gonna do to me"

He let out a small scream when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Kitten it's me."

The calm voice filled his ears.

He turned around quickly and his eyes met the green ones of the blond haired male he so desperately wanted to see.

He jumped forward and hugged the taller tightly.

The gangster could feel the smaller shaking and crying against him.

He wrapped his arms around his small body and slowly rubbed his back.

"It's ok kitten I'm here now, you're safe.

George buried his face in the taller's chest.

Dream rested his chin on top of the smaller's head as he let the boy calm down.

The brown haired boy pulled away and looked up with his puffy eyes.

Dream slowly lift his hand up to the smallers cheeks and wiped away the tears.

"Let's get you home kitten."

The kitten nodded.

Dream held the boy close as they walked out of the store.

George made eye contact with the man as he began to shake harder.

He felt the gangster hold him tighter and it helped him calm down.

"Oh I see how it is you whore." The drunk man says.

Dream felt his blood boil.

They ignored the man and Dream escorted the smaller to the car.

"Get in Kitten."

George follow the orders and got in the back of the car.

He watched as other men got out of the car behind him and walked to their boss.

George heard the taller whisper something to them but he couldn't make it out.

Soon the gangster got in with the shaken up kitten.

"Lets go."

The two of them pulled out of the gas station.

"What about your other men." The brunette said out of curiosity.

"Don't worry about it kitten."

George ignored his curiosity and finally relaxed as they drove.

"Give me your address kitten."

The smaller did as he was told.

The car ride was silent for a bit.

"Thank you."

Dream looked over at the boy.

"No one was answering their phones so thank god I had your card in my wallet. I don't know what would've happened if you didn't c-come." The boy's voice became shaky.

"No need to thank me kitten, i'm glad you called me."

George smiled.

The younger was just too good.

They finally arrived at his apartment.

They both got out and stood on the sidewalk.

"Will you be ok tonight kitten?"

"Yeah I think so."

Dream looked at the cute male.

"If you need me just call me ok?"

George nodded and thanked the gangster again.

The taller male walked up to the boys and lightly caressed his cheek.

He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the smallers forehead.

"Goodnight kitten." He said before walking back to the car.

George's cheeks lit up as he watched the car drive away.

Why was his heart beating so fast?

Dream pulled out his phone when he got in the car.

"Sir we got the man, he's in the trunk.

Dream smirked.

"Bring him back to the house, I wanna have some fun with him."

He hung up the phone.

His hands gripped tightly onto the steering wheel.

In a few minutes those hands will be covered in blood.