Living with Trouble

Chapter 26

In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night,  just call my name, I'm yours to tame ~ Elley Duhé

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The rumbling thunder cracked like a whip through the crisp air. I jolted from my sleep, sitting up straight. A dark figure stood by my bed and an ear splitting scream erupted from my throat.

Am I going to die? Is this one of those demons who visited you in your dreams and scares the shit out of you for fun?

My screams were muffled from the hand covering my mouth. I panicked and tried to bite the hand but ended up hyperventilating. "Shit Aniya, breathe," spoke a hushed voice.

My shoulders were shaken and I felt like crying. "Please just leave me alone, I'll be a good person from now on I promise." I cried. I clapped my hands together, begging for forgiveness.

"Aniya, open your eyes!"

I peeled an eye open, my bottom lip trembling. I blinked. "Victor?"

"Yes," he sighed, letting go of my shoulders. My eyes focused in the dark. I looked around the room in confusion. "What are you doing in here?" I coughed.

"You were making weird noises in your sleep," he said looking over my face. "I could hear you all the way from my room. It's annoying."

"Sorry," I looked down at my sheets. The thunder continued to get louder at each second. I clutched onto my covers and pulled them over my body. Silent light streaked through the air occasionally.

Victor got up to move but out of reflexes I grabbed onto his shirt. He turns to me with a tired expression on his face, "what now?"

I let go of his shirt and brought my hand back to my side, "nothing, nothing" I bit my lip, peering out the window.

"No you already stopped me, what is it? You're scared of the thunder," he chuckled at the last part.

"No-," a deafening strike of thunder shook the room. I shrieked, jumping a little too hard. "Okay maybe I am." I look up at him, light flashing on his face every few minutes. "Can you just stay with me for a bit? You've woken me up and now I won't be able to sleep again." I huffed, giving him the best sad eyes I could manage.

Victor rolled his eyes before taking a seat on the bed where my feet were at. He laid down horizontally, his hands behind his head. "I'm not staying all night," he blew a puff of air.

"Thanks," I squeaked.

The room became quiet again, the only sound coming from outside. "Victor," I whispered.

No answer.

I sat up in my bed, "Victor," I tried again.

"What?" He muttered.

I picked at the hem of my shirt, "don't you want to sit up here. I mean your legs are hanging off the bed."

"I'm ok."

"Yeah, but your blood circulation could get cut off and then you won't be able to walk properly. And what if I kick you? You are right by my feet, I may yawn and accidentally stretch my foot and hit you in the-"

My words were cut off as he got up from the bed and walked to the opposite side of it. He flopped down on the bed now laying next to me. "Can you please stop talking now that I moved," he glared tiredly at me.

"Yeah sure." I shrugged. I twiddled my fingers under the covers as he sat next to me with his eyes closed.

"Victor."