His Addiction

24| Nightmare

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Dream

I wake up in the familiar old bed. My old, ripped blanket is covering my body. It feels so heavy, like it weighs a thousand pounds.

Was it all a dream? Am I truly stuck in this hellhole? I feel like I'm suffocating. Like my lung collapsed on itself.

It seems that my world began to crumble in front of my eyes; my dream and my hope were ripped away from me.

I hear footsteps getting closer to my bedroom door. I tried everything to get out from under the blanket. But my body feels paralyzed.

When the door opens and I see his evil smirk, my body begins to fall into a black pit of nothingness. Until I hit the hard floor and all of the air gets knocked out of me.

I looked around, seeing that I was lying at the bottom of the stairs and that my father was slowly walking towards me.

"You pathetic little bitch." He snarled. The fear spread like wildfire, shooting through my veins at a thousand miles per hour.

"You have no one to save you now." His footsteps began to get closer. I tried everything to crawl away, but it was so hard to even breathe.

"Ezra." I called out as I tried to move again, but this time I was about to get up. But I was in a different area in different clothes. The pain was gone. So was my father.

I'm not lying at the bottom of the stairs. I'm staring at a dark hallway with nowhere else to go.

My heart is racing, and my brain is trying to find a way out of the hell that I'm stuck in.

I can't hear anything; there is no sign of my father. As I began to move down the hall, the lights dimmed. I can smell burning oil and burned rubber.

When I get to the end of the hallway, I glance back, seeing that everything has faded into black. I look back and see that now there is a white door.

I slowly pushed it open but paused when I heard a faint sound.

"Nevaeh!" I hear my name being called—more like yelled. Then I hear it again.

Dream ended

I gasped, flying up in panic as I looked around the room for the ocean eyes that I seemed to be drowning in.

His eyes held fear. He let out sharp exhale as brushed the hair that was stuck to my sweaty forehead. My breathing is caught in my throat, and my hands are trembling.

I haven't had a nightmare like that in a very long time. I'm scared they're going to start up again.
When I do get nightmares about my father, they last for weeks at a time.

Over and over, my brain will fall into a pit of darkness, digging and clawing to find its way out as I panic, wanting to get out of the hell people call dreams.

"It's okay, amore, I got you; it's okay." He says. Ezra pulls me onto his lap so that I'm straddling him, pulling my head to his chest. I can feel that his heart is beating just as fast as mine, maybe even faster.

He began to rub small circles on my back. "Don't leave me, please." My voice cracked at please.
I'm scared he's going to see that my troubled past is too much to handle.

Just like everyone else when they finally see all the fucked-up things my brain is hiding.

"I won't ever leave you, my love." He said he was kissing the top of my head. "Go to sleep. I got you; nothing can hurt you now that I'm here." His voice was deep because he was just waking up.

My eyes began to feel heavy, and my body stopped shaking. My eyes close, dragging me into the darkness.

***

I hummed as I slowly woke up to Ezra placing a wet kiss on my bare back. "Amore, get up." He placed another kiss on my back.

"Uh-uh." I shook my head. He sighed. "We can't spend all day in bed." Ezra started rubbing small circles on the small of my back.

I hummed, feeling my eyes grow heavy. "Nevaeh." He dragged my name out. "It's our late day, and I have many things planned."

What I have realized as I spend more time with Ezra is that he treats every moment we may have together like it's our last.

He looks at me like I'm the only thing he sees. He doesn't take anything for granted. I admire him for that. He experiences things  like they are going to be his last.

I have always seen the world as half-empty. Ezra sees it as half full. You wouldn't expect him to because of the life he lives.

It doesn't define him. Not many people get to see the Ezra I see. Shit, I don't think anyone does.

Ezra King is showing me that not everyone is like my father. That I don't have to live in fear. That I don't have to hate myself for the way my father treated me.

Ezra is showing me the way I'm supposed to be loved. He doesn't take me for granted.

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