Sex Scandal {Charles Leclerc}

dreaming

Okay guys, I have to warn you. This whole stay at Charles vacation house will probably last for a while, because Jesus does it take up a lot of words and I don't want to make my chapters way too long.

Anyways, I hope you'll enjoy this one. There's a couple of things happening that I hope you'll enjoy!

TW's are: nightmares, some violence, panic attack (kinda?)

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Violent screaming woke Charles from his sleep. In matter of seconds he was up on his feet, all tiredness falling of him as the adrenaline kicked in.
The noise came from the room next to his, the one Kyra stayed in. Clueless as to what was going on, he rushed over, ripping open the door to find Kyra alone.

She was still asleep, her eyes pressed shut, her face exhibiting panic and fear. Tossing and turning the young woman was tangled in her sheets, shaking all over her sweat covered body. Another scream escaped her, shaking Charles to his core. It was obvious that she was having a nightmare, still the man was frozen in place for a moment, never having seen anything like this in his life. He had bad dreams too, but it never led to anything like this...

Once he'd come back to his senses, Charles climbed up on the queen sized bed. He had to wake her up, make whatever was torturing Kyra stop. He couldn't bear another second of watching her.

With a bit off effort, Charles managed to grab onto both of her muscular shoulders and shake them. He needed to use all of his strength to get her to wake up.

Her ocean eyes shot open, darting around the room. They hadn't adjusted to the dark yet, so all she could make out was a dark shape pinning her against the mattress. With the images of her night mare playing in the back of her mind, Kyra assumed it was an attacker and threw them around. Now she was on top, using all her body weight to press the man underneath her down, her hands automatically closing around his neck. She was in survival mode, seeing red.

»Kyra! Kyra!« Charles tried to yell, but his airflow being cut off made his voice sound like a high pitched whimper. His hands tried removing hers, but her grip was too strong, almost like a snake wrapped around it's helpless prey. »Please, it's me. Charles.«

The words didn't get through to her immediately, faces of people who'd hurt her flashing up, blurring together. People from her time in the army, her days as a bodyguard, her grandfather, her ex-girlfriend... and then she heard him. Charles. The man she was supposed to protect. The man she cared about more deeply than she'd known until this moment.

Instantly she jumped off him, shoving her hands underneath her thighs, scared of what they just did. Coughing and ringing for air Charles sat up, one hand rubbing over his sore neck. Both of them ended up panting, staring at each other with wide eyes.

»God, Charles, I- I am so sorry. I didn't mean to-« Kyra bent forward, but jerked backwards when she noticed Charles flinching. It made her stop breathing for a second, tears stinging in her eyes. She didn't mean to hurt him. She never thought she would. »I'm so sorry. Please, I'm- I-«

»It's okay.« Charles coughed, meaning it. He hadn't meant to reacted to her that way, it had been an instinctual reaction. Slowly catching his breath again, he reached out for her and when she didn't react he out his hand on her leg, his thumb rubbing circled over the bare skin. »I was just surprised that's all... I wanted to make sure you were okay. You were screaming.«

»Sorry...« Kyra let her head hang low, tears making their way down her cheeks. She felt pathetic, useless. »I didn't mean to wake you up.«

The genuinely broken and submissive tone in Kyras voice sent a shudder down Charles spine. In his eyes she had nothing to be sorry for, she was the one in a bad place right now, so he could take care of her for once. The urge to hug her grew.