Colliding With My Mate(Book #2)

Chapter 3

I kept to my promise and confided in Reid my problems and concerns. It wasn't always easy, but telling him made me feel better. He was right, bottling things up left a weight that I alone couldn't carry.

Many days were rough, sometimes I was exceptionally happy, others terribly quiet and withdrawn. My moods depended primarily on my dreams. These dreams would then convert to day flashbacks and sometimes I would find myself reliving a painful dream that happened while I was captured. The scary part was, I couldn't tell the difference between what happened in my dream and what actually happened in real life. I was essentially reliving some of nightmares when I was awake.

When that happened, I was my most distant. It was impossible to recover from it easily. When days like this occurred, I didn't want any contact with anyone. Not with my friends, not with my dad, not with Reid; although I knew I must.

But I was getting better, these dreams occurred about three times a week. The rest of the week I was pretty good.

Today however was not one of my good days. Reid left early for work, and I went back to sleep somewhere around 10. I had back to back nightmares, one where Isaac was punishing me, the other where Reid failed in trying to protect me from rouges. In that dream they stormed into the pack house but despite Reid's best efforts, they still took me.

I had that dream a few times but I never told Reid that I dreamed of him failing to  protect me. That would hit too close to home.

But still those dreams always made me cry, and it was at 1 o clock when Reid returned from work to find me crying in the bathroom.

"What happened?" He asked.

Slowly but surely the truth came out. Not all, but most. We talked and when I was feeling better we went to get something to eat in the kitchen, since I was still too spooked to go outside.

I made us lunch, primarily to keep myself from focusing on my dreams. I was still slightly embarrassed Reid found me crying in the bathroom.

I handed him his plate and then sat next to him with mine.

He took a bite. "Cara I was thinking, remember the cabin I bought us in Gainesville?"

I chewed slower. "Yes I remember. Why?"

"Let's spend a week there, maybe two."

Startled by the sudden proposition, I didn't know what to say. All I could muster was a croak of surprise,"why?".

"Maybe a change of scenery would be good for you."

"Have I really gotten that bad?" I asked quietly. I thought I was improving. I ditched the long sleeves. I spoke to Ashley, Lisa, and my father more. My hair was growing past my shoulders. It was just the dreams that were keeping me back.

"No Cara, you're trying. That's all that matters. But Florida will be nice. Just you and me, the wilderness in the background. It would be a nice place to reconnect, a place where we only have good memories."

A change of scenery would be nice. It would be nice to get away from this house for a bit, to get closer with my mate. We still weren't intimate with each other, we still hadn't shifted in front of each other, etc. We barely kissed, and if so it was on the cheek or the forehead. We were too cautious around each other, and maybe Florida would change some things for us.