Not My Problem- Mafia Dream X Reader

Possible TW? Proceed with caution

We are back at the house and everyone was walking around doing their own thing. I was with Sapnap and George in the kitchen trying to teach them how to make fettuccine, it's not working. 

"Just boil the noodles for 8 minutes, it's not that hard, stop taking it out.'' I say, scolding the boys who keep taking the noodles out of the pot. 

"Sorry." Both boys say, I laugh at them and stir the noodles in the pot. Out of the blue there was a loud knock on the front door. 

"I'll get it" I announced, shoving the spoon into Sapnap's hands. I walk down the hallway wiping my hand on my apron. I get to the door and swing it open, my eyes widened as a bloody man stands in front of me, but not just any bloody man it's the one I killed.

 His neck still stabbed and his head all cut up, he was wearing the same black outfit he did that night. He has an evil smirk plastered on his face as he stalks closer to me. I should run but my feet stay glued to the floor in fear.

"Y-you're supposed t-to be d-dead." I stuttered out. He looks at me up and down then grabs my arm pulling me toward him. 

"Surprise, you'll never get rid of me" he whisper in ear. I scream for help but he puts his hand over my mouth. I struggled against him trying to get away but I couldn't get away. Still screaming into his hand, but it comes out muffled. 

"You Bitch, you'll get the same fate I did, but 10 times worse" He spat at me. He headed towards the hallway pulling me with him. I'm sure someone has to hear my screams. Why aren't they coming to help me?

 We stop in the hallway by the table that holds the vase, he throws me on the ground and smashes the vase on top of my head. Seeing glass and blood scatter the ground. I glance over to the end of the hall and see everyone just standing there watching me get beaten. 

"HELP ME GUYS!" I scream as the man gets on top of me, he holds my arms down so I can't get up. He takes a shard of glass from the vase and holds it up right above my throat, tears start streaming down my face. 

"NO, STOP!" I scream while trying to get out of his grasp.

 "You get what you deserve, you whore." He spits at me. He stabs down his hand holding the glass to my neck, just inches above my neck. 

I gasp, throwing myself into a sitting position, I look around and see my room at the safe house. Just the pale moonlight illuminating it. I bring my shaking hand to my heart trying to catch my breath. 

"Y/n?" I look over to my door and see Dream standing there, he was wearing grey sweatpants and no shirt so his defined muscles on show. His green eyes are furrows, holding a concerned expression. 

"Are you okay?" He asks, walking into my room. I just nod my head, unable to speak between my ragged breaths. He walks over his eyes not leaving my shaking figure and engulfs me in a comforting hug.

 "You were screaming." He says softly, pressing me against his bare chest. I hear his heartbeat and my breath starts slowing down. I wrap my arms slowly around his torso. 

"Nightmare?" He questions softly. 

"Yeah." I whisper. 

"What was it about?" He asked carefully. I hesitate to tell him but it's probably better letting it out instead of bottling it up. I take a shaky breath after a few minutes. 

"The guy I killed." I said barely above a whisper. Dream hums laying himself on the bed, me still in his strong arms. My head still resting on his chest.

 "I'm sorry." He whispers. I sit up a little and looked at him.

 "What?" I ask, confused.

 "I'm the one that left you all alone, I couldn't get there fast enough." He admits, his eyes finding everything but my own. He shut his eyes .

"I had my first kill when I was nine." He said after a few minutes of silence. I look at him wondering why he's telling me this. 

"Some rival gang broke into my house and killed my mom," He continued. I reach for his hand without thinking, trying to comfort him. He tense slightly but then relaxed at my touch. 

"My Dad handed me a gun and I shot the man who killed her." he says with no emotion present in his voice. 

"I'm sorry" I say knowing what it feels like to lose your parents. My thumbs rubs circles on his hand. He sighs and opens his eyes, 

"It gets better with time" he says softly as he plays with my hair. I just give a soft smile into his chest taking a deep breath smelling tobacco leaf and vanilla. I relax as the scent goes into my nose, my eyes shut. 

"Thank you, Dream for telling me." I say knowing how Dream is closed off and doesn't open up. That is probably the only personal thing I know about him. 

"Clay." He says, I lift my head up looking at his face and his eyes are closed, faded freckles apparent on the bridge of his nose, a faint scar right above his left eye brows.

"What?" I question, wondering why he's telling me his real name. He opens his emerald eyes, meeting them with my y/e/c.

 "It's my name, I only use Dream around mafia matters." He explains. I look into his eyes and they look warm and inviting.

"Well, thank you Clay." I say with a small smile. His lips turn up into a smile. I laid my head back onto his chest meeting with the familiarity of his heartbeat which is beating a little faster then it was earlier. I shut my eyes and slowly become tired.

 "Goodnight y/n." Dream says, I feel his chest grumble when he says that.

 "Goodnight Clay." I whispered, the rising on his chest and beating of his heart lulling me to a dreamless sleep.

a/n: Short chapter for today. How are yall? Are you enjoying the book? Let us know we love the feedback! Also how do we feel about the lore today? -author QC

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