miranda's 'family'

Parf 51: Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These

I lay there in a sweat as I slowly fell into the empty void, I let my mind run free.

I heard the sound of metal scraping and being thrown, my eyes were shut tight. Fear made its way into my blood after I felt a cold piercing feeling in my arm.
I couldn't move, I beat against my restraints till I felt something warm run down my wrists. My eyes shot open as the pain became worse, more than I could handle.
I saw her standing next to me, her face splattered with blood her eyes specaled with malice. Seeing her smile with a sadistic undertone made me cry, hot tears flushed out my eyes, she came closer to me putting her hand on my throat playing with the blade in her other hand. Making it glint like her smile.

"make one more noise and I shall not be as mercyful"

I jumped up screaming, my heart racing with adrenaline. I sat on the bed running my clammy palms through the sweat drenched hair ony my pounding head.

Within seconds my door was booted open and a figure was at my door their glasses reflected the moonlight that seeped through the window. Their stance made it seem like they were ready to fight.

"is everything okay, I heard you scream."

"Karl...."

"oh fuck... come here"

Karl threw down his hammer and took off his glasses pacing over to me and sitting next to me on the bed. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close.

I accepted the hug and buried my head in his chest, hearing a heartbeat whether it was mine or his put me at ease. The familiar smell of oil cologne and metal filled my nose and I smiled lightly, I could feel Karl breathing and running his hand through my hair.

"hey its okay, I may not have been here but I am now. I'm sorry for that"

his voice sounded genuine but I don't know, maybe I was being a slight dick to him.

Before I could speak I drifted off into darkness again this time contentley.

-Karl's PoV-

After hearing them scream my heart broke, I ran to them hoping I wasnt too late. Busting in their door to see them crying and sweating I felt so guilty.

I had rage pulsating through me ready to fight for them, I didn't care for myself they were what mattered.

I can't stand it, I huged them tight and lulled them back off, I knew I wasn't the best nor was I there to protect them all the time but I just wish they could know how badly I felt.

Hearing a slight snore I smiled, picking them up and putting them in their bed. They looked so peaceful, not a worry in the world. I moved their hair out of their face and stroked the hair.

"good night, I love you so much more than you think"

I planted a kiss on the forehead, I will destroy the world to protect you no matter what.... You are my son/daughter/child.