For Her, He Will

Chapter Nineteen - Fix me, please.

Thursday, March Tenth – A week after the primary

"HELP, PLEASE!" Oakley screamed as she shot up in bed.

She was gasping for breath as she tried to figure out what she saw. Something touched her shoulder, making her try to swing at it, but Kayce's hand caught her wrist.

"Oakley, stop," Kayce said, wrapping his other arm around her shoulders. "Breath...baby you're in bed...I've got you."

Oakley had felt like the seatbelt around her had been strangling her. In this nightmare, she could see Monica outside the car, blood running down her face as she looked in at Oakley. Oakley had tried to get out, tried to help her, but wasn't able to move. She always seemed to be stuck.

The last thing she heard was Monica saying Oakley left her there before Oakley was screaming herself awake.

"C'mere," Kayce pulled her back against his chest.

Oakley was taking deep, shaky breaths as Kayce held onto her. The door to their bedroom opened up, Tate peaking his head in with a deep frown.

"It's okay, buddy," Kayce said. "Oaks just had a bad dream...go back to bed."

Oakley's eyes found Tate's, but she couldn't bring herself to say anything to him. Looking at his face she saw Monica, which only replayed the nightmare she just went through. Tate nodded his head, slowly closing the door behind him as he went back to the couch to sleep.

"Fuck," Oakley panted, bringing her hands to cover her face.

She started to cry, hating how she was feeling, and even one trip to the counselor earlier this week didn't seem to do anything for her. They really only talked about Tate, which of course was her priority.

Kayce pressed a kiss to Oakley's shoulder as if reading her mind.

"Maybe you and I can talk to Dr. Jenkins about your nightmares next time?" Kayce whispered. "I know we don't go back for two more weeks, but still?"

"I-I thought they'd s-stop," Oakley got out of bed, walking over into the bathroom.

She turned on the light and went over to the sink, running the water until it turned warm. Oakley splashed a bit on her face, mixing it with the tears. She took another few deep breaths, before glancing in the mirror. There were dark circles under her eyes, so she quickly looked away.

Walking back into the bedroom she saw Kayce had turned on his lamp, looking just as exhausted as she felt. There was concern laced into his eyes though as he watched Oakley walk back around to her side of the bed and crawl in, laying her head down on Kayce's chest and molding herself into his side. His fingers ran through her hair, gently pulling away her tangles.

"I'm sorry," Oakley sighed her heartbeat slowly slightly.

"No, I'm sorry," Kayce's fingers pressed into Oakley's shoulder blades, massaging the tight muscles. "What can I do?"

"This," Oakley sighed. "Just hold me, and..."

"Tell you I love you," Kayce pressed a kiss to her forehead. "And that everything will be okay in the morning."

"Yeah," Oakley nodded.

Oakley stayed up for most of the night. One to not wake Kayce back up and two, so she wouldn't have to see the nightmare again.

Saturday, March Twentieth – Two weeks after the primary

Oakley was walking up from the barn when she saw Kayce's truck pulling up to the cabin. He had taken Tate out to the reservation to see some of Monica's family. Apparently, she had another cousin who was moving away and wanted to say goodbye to Tate.