Nightmare: (A Hollywood Undead FanFiction #1)

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Warning: Contains adult language and sexual content!

NOTE: DREAM SEQUENCES ARE IN ITALICS

-Jordon-

I didn't sleep for the rest of the night after I had woken up. It feels like my heart and my brain were being too loud and it's keeping me up.

I've been nervous but I have trust that this is going to hopefully help, but I am to the point where I don't want to sleep. The only nightmare that I remember is the one I had when I fell asleep after George and I fought. It's like that one fucked up dream is the one that started the domino effect of nightmares. One after another.

All on top of being anxious about what's coming up, my heart threw its hat in the ring and joined the party. I'm still pretty heart broken about Randi. I still believe that it's completely unfair with her bullshit. She cheats on me, she is mad at me for being hurt, then she's mad at George for stepping in and pulling me away from something that isn't worth staying in. I'm convinced that she's a bit of a narcissist. She is toxic nonetheless.

Before I knew it, the sun was shining in the sky and the birds were singing. I stand out of bed and take a look outside pushing the window up. The early morning summer breeze blows in, it feels so nice. It's going to be a nice day.

"Good Morning Uncle Charlie!" Ava squeals as she stops in front of the doorway.

She does a little twirl.

"Daddy picked out my outfit today!" 

I took a look at the four year old's outfit that she is so proud of. She's sporting a pair of black aviator shades, a black Hollywood Undead t-shirt that had to be a size too big for her, a new pair of dark gray acid washed denim jeans, and her neon pink light up sketchers blinking with every step. She has her blond curly hair tied in a ponytail.

George walks behind her looking extremely proud of his design choice, his outfit is almost identical. He wore the same shirt as her and a pair of black jeans, his sunglasses sitting on top of his head. I follow behind him.

"Asia would drop dead if she saw what you have her in." I say with a chuckle.

He smirks.

"She has cute matching daughter outfits. I have mine."

Genius. I put my shoes on, not bothering to change then follow behind.

He grabs a can of RedBull out of the fridge and he motions us to walk out. He locks the door behind us.

"Let's walk. It's a nice day and the clinic is like a mile away."

We watch as Ava trails in front of us giggling and picking stray dandelions and giving them to her dad and I. She proceeds to hopping and waving her arms like she is at a party.

"Everywhere I goooo!" She sings out.

My heart stops and sank to my stomach. I flash George a look of concern, he waves his hand at me.

"Those three words are all she knows. She's fine."

I took a breath, watching his daughter sing and hop around. George opens his Red Bull offering me a drink. I decline politely.

"You nervous?" He asks.

"Very."

He takes a drink and sighs.

"You'll be okay man. Matt said that he's pretty confident that this will help you."

Ava stops walking and bounces up and down.

"Uncle Jay! Daddy it's Uncle Jay!" She squeals happily.

She pulls on her Dad's pant leg and points to Jorel who's walking toward us. Jorel stops, kneeling on one knee, his arms out. She runs to him, hugging his neck.