Roommates, with nightmares

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Tyler's POV

Where am I? Im in the middle of nowhere?

Wait.....

No! no, no, no, no, no! I hate this dream. Well, more like a nightmare. People are beating me. Laughing. Actually TRYING to kill me. This is just my conscience, playing guilt trick on me for what I did to max.

So I feel the pain. I feel the hurt. The broken feelings. Broken heart. Broken face, body, and everything. everything's broken when it's done. When they are done.

When IM done.

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Max POV

I wasn't expecting to wake up to a screaming Tyler. I was suppose to be the one to wake up screaming, considering I asked him to sleep with me last night Because I was scared. I was scared of waking up to no one there to comfort me and clam
Me down like I was used to.

But the day Tyler calmed me down, I felt......a little relived, I guess? I guess I was just happy to have someone there, sleeping on the bed next to mine, who will help Me instead of laugh. Even If he used to be one of the ones to laugh. Funny how fate curses you.

He is actually crying. Tyler Colton, is crying. He's screaming and trying to catch his breath. Is that what I look like? He is sitting up on the bed with his hands covering his eyes as Rees drip from under his palms.

He had a nightmare. And it looks like a pretty bad one.

I sit up beside him and lay my hand on his bare back, trying to calm his nerves down. "Tyler, are you okay?" I ask, trying my best not to raise my voice. He shakes his head and keeps crying. But he won't look at me. He is slowly losing his breath and I remember my inhaler.

"Do you need an inhaler?" I ask, frantically. He nods. I jump over him and go to my dresser, trying my best not to hurt him in the process. I shuffle through my drawers to fine it, in a hurry I must say.

Once I find it, and still hear Tyler bawling his eyes out and searching for breaths, I run over to the side of the bed and kneel down so that I can look up at him. He still won't remove his hands. "Tyler, you need to move your hands." I whisper. He shakes his head and grabs the inhaler, right before turning away and using it.

He's acting like a little kid.

Maybe that's because he is one. I sighed and stood straight so I could sit on the edge Of the bed. I can tell a difference when he turns back to me. For one, he is breathing just a little heavy and can now capture his breath. And two, he doesn't have hai hands per his eyes. Because he's stopped crying.

"Tyler?.....you need to say something." I said. Instead of answering me, he just shakes his head and grabs my waist. Pulling me into him and wrapping his arms around my waist like I'm a teddy bear or something. My back is pressed against his chest, and just like last night, I'm getting really nervous with all the shocks shooting through me.

How was e so calm last night? I was nervous as fuck. Especially since how our faces were so close.

I try yanking him away but he just tightens his grip and buried his face in my hair, making me stop cold. His breath tickled my neck and made me even more nervous than I already was. I gulped and let him whisper what he said next.

"Stop struggling, princess. I will tell you. Just not now. So stop."

And I can't believe I listened. I sighed and stopped struggling. Somehow feeling the truth in his voice.

But being in his arms, makes me feel guilty over something. I don't know what. Or why. Or why I'm even letting him hold me like this. I guess because it makes me feel safe. Like I know he won't hurt me anymore. But I know he could.