Stolen (Demon Romance) (FINISHED)

9 - Nightmare

You think the world is dangerous, sweetheart? Oh, Honey... you're in for a treat, aren't you?

How would you like it if I ripped that small little trachea from your throat? Would it be delicious? I wonder.

COME HERE.

I screamed, shooting up from my bed.

My eyes searched the dark room, feeling sweat stick my hair to my temples as the heat in the room swarmed me like bugs.

I ran my fingers through my hair.

Nightmares... that's all it is... nightmares.

Everything would be alright... everything... Yeah.

Suddenly, my door burst open, and I screamed again, jumping backwards.

My head slammed against the headboard behind me, and I cried out a third time, curling in on myself as the lights finally switched on.

I winced as my eyes burned with the brightness, and I finally ended up gazing up.

Will stood at the door, eyes wide in shock.

Oh... it was him. I thought he was someone else.

Why was he looking at me like that...? And... What time was it?

I lightly rubbed my hair with my palm, breathing slowly now as the panic dissipated. "You scared me."

He suddenly straightened, as if now on alert, and sighed. "I can go-"

"No, please, don't," I said then, still rubbing my head. "I... I don't think I want to sleep again."

His eyes softened, and he just sighed, stepping in the room and closing the door behind him.

I watched lazily as he made his way over to me, and he sat on the side of the mattress, looking at me fully.

"Here," he said, lightly catching my hand and lowered it to the bed, "let me see."