Unable to Forget- Blake Gray

Three

Blake

I turned in bed expecting to bump into Clair's small frame, but instead flopped onto the other side of the mattress. I slowly opened my eyes to be greeted by the emptiness of the room and the small glow of the moon shining through the blinds.

"Clair?" My voice was hoarse and I tried rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Maybe she had to use the bathroom. I started to turn over when I heard a loud crash come from the kitchen.

I shot out of bed without thinking and threw on the boxers that were in a pile on the cold hardwood floor. I opened the door of our bedroom and instantly heard another loud crash and a muffled scream.

"CLAIR?!" I ran down the hallway until something came into contact with my body and I was slammed onto the floor.

A broad figure was holding me down and suddenly my muscles weren't listening to my brain and as I thrashed against the man holding me down with no luck.

The man picked me up and pinned my chest to the wall of our kitchen. I saw Clair laying on the island in our kitchen crying and thrashing against the man that was holding her down.

"Blake please help me!" Clair's screams sent my body into full anger. "Get the fuck away from her!" I tried everything I could to break free from the weight being pressed on my back, but had no luck.

The man that was holding Clair down had hit her again as he pushed his weight onto her. His back was facing me, but I knew, I fucking knew who it was.

He started running his hands up Clair's thighs, pressing her legs onto the marble countertop of the island.

I felt a wave of utter nausea and listened to my screams match Clair's as I tried everything in my power to get out from underneath the man holding me, to kill every person in this kitchen. My body would not move.

The man turned towards me and Garry's face burned the back of my memory. "It's over Blake. I finally won."

I jolted awake to find myself thrashing in bed and yelling at the top of my lungs. A few pieces of hair were stuck to my sweat filled forehead and I realized that I had sweat through my sheets again.

I sat up feeling my entire body shake as I concentrated on taking deep breaths. How many nights am I going to spend like this?

I took the small glass of water off of my bedside table and swallowed what was left. I have been having an array of nightmares for many years, but none like the ones I have been having over the last six years.

Noah use to burst into my room after each nightmare thinking that I had finally cracked or that someone had broken into our condo. The only thing he ever found was me battling my brain and punching holes through the wall.

He stopped checking in on me after the first year of us living together. He finally came to his senses and realized that I didn't want anyone bothering me and I didn't need anyone checking up on me.

I was angry at myself for continuing to have these nightmares multiple nights a week. They showed weakness and further proved that I hadn't pushed away all of the old habits I use to have.

I took my phone off of the charger reading the time five forty one. I ran a hand through my soaked hair and walked into my bathroom.

I let the hot water run over my face for a few minutes to clear my mind. The most fucked up part about my nightmares is that each one is different and each one involves Clair.

I rubbed my face harder under the water in hopes that I could wash her face out of my head. I lathered some soap over my arms watching the bubbles cover the tattoos that stained my skin.