When Lily Langston goes to a game with her best friend. The last thing she ever thought to happen was being hit in the face with a ball.
But what left her even more shocked was when the guest pitcher himself, the known ruthless billionaire Hayes Gr...
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I shift lightly in my sleep as I feel my arm cramp up. I slowly open my eyes to be greeted by the night lights of Boston. I wiggle my arm around to the cramps gone and I get comfortable.
Then I have to pee. I stand from the bed in a dizzed haze walking towards the bathroom. I lift the lid of the toilet and squat down.
I wipe and stand reaching for the sink and then my stomach rumbles.
Damn it.
I rinse my hands and dry them off exiting my room to get a snack. I go downstairs keeping the kitchen lights off. The clock shows 3:20 am and I want to die.
I enter the pantry and grab a granola bar quickly peeling off the wrapper. Then another thing catches my eye.
When did we get fruit snacks?
I fish out a small packet and in one go put the whole thing in my mouth. I squat down to meet the mini fridge stocked with one of my water bottles. I pull the jug out taking a swig letting the cool water flow down my dry throat.
Then I store it back away closing off the coolness of the fridge. I walk back out to the kitchen greeted by the Boston skyline. The view from here was nice, but it wasn't like your Italian neighbor cursing at the little old lady across from your balcony.
I throw away the trash and climb back up the steps as my slippers scuff the floor. I feel like when you try to be as quiet as you can walking past someone's room, you tend to be the loudest.
So as I'm about to walk by Hayes, I slowly shuffle my feet. But then I halt as I hear it, as I hear him?
"No, no stop it!"
"Just stop it!"
I slowly push open his door and as I see him in the bed my heart sinks. His hands grip the sheet with his eyes shut, and sweat drips down from his forehead as he moves frantically.
"Don't touch me, I don't want to" he jerks back slightly and his head hits the board. But still, he remains in his horrific oasis as his breathing intensifies.
"Leave her alone!"
I was told once to never interrupt a nightmare. Sometimes it could be dangerous, but as Hayes lays here shaking in fear of what's on the other side. I'm left with one resort.
"Hayes?" I shout keeping my distance as he doesn't wake.
"Please" his voice begs what's on the other side of his mind and at this moment I step forward grabbing a pillow. I press it against his chest and he doesn't move until he grips it.
Then I do something I shouldn't. I climb next to him on the bed and wrap my arms around his shaking body.
"Hayes wake up" I yell this time "Hayes it's just a dream" his body continues to shake as he gasps. He looks to his right to see nobody and then to his left to see me.
