Wicked Games

53 - Eliana

Chapter Fifty-Three| Eliana

I'm awoken in the morning, not to the blinding sun beaming through the crack in the curtain, but to Reid thrashing beside me, still in a deep sleep being tainted from a nightmare.

"Reid," I whisper, gently shaking his clammy body. "Reid, it's Ellie. You're okay. Wake up for me, baby." I shake him a little firmer and his eyes fly open as he takes a sharp inhale.

"Ellie!" He whimpers, searching for me, not quite aware of his surroundings yet. "Ellie!"

"I'm here." I grasp a hold of his face, wiping away the damp strands of his hair, drooping across his sweaty forehead. "You're okay." I coo, stroking his skin until his breathing calms down and his tense body relaxes.

"Fuck!" He curses, clenching his eyes shut. His hands clutch on tightly to my arms as if he is worried, I will suddenly disappear. "You're okay, right?" He questions me, looking me over for any injury.

"Reid, I'm fine. Do you want to talk about it?" Reid avoids eye contact with me, fiddling with the engagement ring. "You should talk about it," I advise but he refuses, and I let out a brief sigh.

"If I talk about it, it might come to life." He whispers, staring at me like the vulnerable child he used to be, who would be scared about me being ripped away from him at any moment. "My head hurts." He groans and reaches for the bottle of water on the bedside table, drinking almost the whole thing.

"Did somebody get hurt?" I try to pry for answers and thankfully Reid replies with a short nod. "Who?"

"Me." I slowly nod my head in understanding, caressing his arms.

"Who hurt you?"

"I know what you're trying to do, butterfly." He rolls his eyes and I smile, shrugging a shoulder.

"Come on, you can tell me at least. I'm not asking you to tell the whole family, just me in the safety of these walls." I raise a brow, waiting for his response and he groans in defeat.

"You killed me." Maybe I shouldn't have pressed for an answer. "Shot me right here." He rubs at his chest and my hands drop from his arm.

"Oh."

"You were wearing this, and you shot with your left hand." Reid spins the ring around my finger, maintaining his eyes on the glittering butterfly. "Did it with a smile on your face."

"Okay, Reid, I've heard enough." I breathe out pulling my hand away from his, but he ignores my request and continues debriefing me on this stupid nightmare.

"We were celebrating our engagement, and I watched somebody walk up to you, I don't remember who it was, but they whispered something in your ear. You had a champagne flute in your hand that you dropped after you heard what they told you."

"Reid—"

"Your beautiful smile had fallen, and you looked at me from across the room like I was the worst person to ever exist. I didn't even have time to comprehend what was going on, it all just happened so quickly. You pulled out your gun and shot me. I was dying on the ground, and you stepped over my body and told me you hated me." His eyes peer up at me through his lashes, and he looks at me with a nervous expression on his face.

"That's not going to happen, Reid. I promise." I smile shakily. "Wouldn't ever think of harming you... again." I think of the time I stabbed him when we were reunited under the weirdest of circumstances. Reid snorts, looking down at the scar I have left on his lower abdomen. My stomach pinches like I was the one who was stabbed, and I wince. "I am sorry for that."