The Paths We Choose

Chapter 8 (pov elias)

   
    The nap I took earlier has made it easier for me to stay awake. The vivid dreams have made it difficult for me to find sleep at night, so I resist it.

Reading holds a special place in my heart as it helps me pass the time, allowing me to escape from the worries of life. As I picked up "Wuthering Heights," the same book she held earlier, I was reminded of my deep love for it.

Sharing a wall with my sister, my peaceful reading was abruptly interrupted by a sudden scream from her room. Glancing at the clock, it read 2:45 am. The late hour made it unlikely for them to be awake. Another scream followed, this time accompanied by the words, "mom, no."

Stepping into the hallway and gently opening my sister's door, I saw Lisa tossing and turning in her bed. She appeared terrified, and another piercing scream filled the air, filled with anguish. I longed to know more about her. Why did such a nice girl deal with such great demons?

Lisa's pov

As I jolted awake, my heart pounding, I realized I had just experienced another night terror. The room was pitch black, and the sound of my own ragged breathing echoed in my ears. I glanced around, trying to orient myself in the darkness. The memory of my mother's tragic death flooded back, as vivid and painful as ever.

Just then Elias pushed through the darkness and grabbed me. I'm confused and tired, and I didn't stop him. He pulled me into his arms and carried me out, "what are you doing" I said in a soft whisper that felt forced. He just gave me a look. It said just trust me, and I did I trusted a man I didn't know.

He laid me down and told me, "nightmares are no joke but they're better when you don't have to worry about sleeping in the same room as others" he said and as he turned to leave he asked, "can I do anything else for you" he cared, I've never been cared for like this. I'm confused, "why?" I had to know, "Catherine I relate to you in so many ways those marks you leave on yourself and the terrors that haunt you at night. I've dealt with it all"

How did he know what to do to make me feel at peace. I wanna know what he's been through. This nice guy should never have to relate to me, "you asked if you could do something else for me" I said, "yes, I did." he looked ready for my request, "can you stay"

He looked like he was battling with himself trying to decide if he should or not but it didn't last long before he shut the door and stayed. He stayed, he's the only man I've known to stay. He lifted the covers and got under them with me. The happiness I felt made me feel even more broke. I don't know this guy and I'm allowing myself to lay with him. I felt disgusting and desperate it wouldn't matter if it was joker helping me I would probably give myself to anyone.