ODDS OF LOVE : SEASON ELEVEN

Episode 23

He saw Richard in his living room. On his knees. He saw the pure terror in his eyes and on his face. It was almost like he was there himself. He could see everything so clearly. So very clearly. Just like he could see the gun pointed at Richard's head. He just couldn't see who was holding the gun. He heard Richard begging," Don't hurt my family. "

Lyle jerked up in bed shaking, his eyes wide and unfocused slightly. His mouth was formed into a scream but nothing would come out. Nothing could come out.

Angel felt that something was suddenly wrong with his husband and he also sat up rubbing his eyes. He looked at his terrified husband and froze. " Lyle, baby , what's wrong? " He hesitated briefly. " Another dream? "

Lyle shook his head , feeling too afraid to speak and put the dream into actual words because then it would become realer to him. He reached for his cell phone to tap out a message of warning to Nigel. He tried to explain the dream as best as he could but even to his eyes it made no sense. He hoped that Nigel could understand it and not consider him crazy and weird. Then right after he hit send on the text his eyes filled with tears. Why did this keep happening to him ? He didn't want to see these things! And why did he never have enough information to make a real difference? Why did he feel like he was responsible for everything he saw in these rare dreams? Just like the stalker. He was responsible for him too. What had he put on his page there , said in a message, what image had he presented to attract someone like this man ? If he hadn't joined the dating app looking for a good decent fun man ....... His eyes went to a concerned Angel who was still watching him. He wouldn't have met Angel. Well maybe at the school but he knew himself. At the school without the buffer that was Harts and Flowers he would never have made a move for or to Angel.

" It's my fault," he whispered.

Angel's face crumpled as he reached out to pull him into his arms. " No , baby. No. It's not your fault. " He rubbed Lyle's tensed up back. " Not these damn fucked up dreams. And not the stalker either. "

" I know. I still feel responsible. "