Troubled

Chapter 92.

The morning rays shimmered through the blinds and I felt Casey slowly waking up from her slumber. She shifts from underneath my arm that is wrapped around her side and she slowly sits up slightly. My eyes are still closed and I don't feel like opening them right now. I felt Casey gently wiggle herself from underneath my weighed down arm but I try not to let her go.

"No.." I say slowly and quietly, my voice raspy from previous sleep. She stops her movements and I finally open my eyes. I look up at her and her cheeks are still pink but not as deep as it was from last night. She looks at me puzzled but I don't say anything, I wait for her to say something.

"What is this?" She finally speaks, but I didn't expect her to say those words.

"What is what?"

"This?" She asks again, this time gesturing our bodies with her fingers. I wait until she speaks again.

"I thought you were mad at me." She says.

"Well I know your still mad at me." I say, sitting up but she doesn't saying anything. She just glares up and down at my face, down to my bare stomach, and back up to my face again. I rest both of my hand on my face and I release out a sigh as I wipe the slumber off of my face.

"I don't know how I feel right now." She finally says and I can feel her eyes starring at me even though I'm still not looking at her. "Why did you bring me in here?" She finally asks and I look back at her and she looks like she wants to hurt me in some kind of way but doesn't. She looks really pissed but in a silenced way.

"I.." I begin, wondering if I should lie or not. What is the point? She probably already know. "I heard you screaming in your sleep from what it seemed like a horrible nightmare, then you woke up almost confused and you were crying. Hard. You were sweating and crying but didn't say anything. I know you probably don't want to talk about it but I am still here, you can't avoid that." I say, trying to clear my throat but almost end up choking at the thought of her horrible nightmare.

"I remember.. I don't." She says as she tears her eyes away from me and looked down at her thighs, her hands buried in her shut thighs. Just like last night, only her legs were curled up last night.

"I didn't want you to see whatever you saw again so I just brought you in here. I wasn't going to let you sleep alone, you know that."

"Okay." Was all she said.

"Casey?" I call and she looks up at me from her shut thighs and raised her eyebrows at me. I take in a  deep breath before speaking but she beat me to it.

"Don't ask me if I'm mad at you." She reads my thoughts.

"Why?" I gape. How did she know what I was even going to say?

"Because it's a stupid question and I'm just not going to deal with them right now." She says as she climbs off of the bed.

"Well last night's fight was irrelevant." I say and she turns to face me with an eyebrow arched.

"What? It was." I comment as I rubbed my fingers together.

"Well you went through my phone and you told me that you didn't trust me. Then you told me how I was sleeping with Danny even though I'm just texting him.." She says before I cut her off.

"But I also told you not to but you didn't listen."

"Don't start this now." She looks exhausted and she probably is. Keeping up with your shit that is. My annoying fucking conscious remarks but I know he's probably right.. Of course. "Then you practically yelled at me for being a selfish bitch about that and every other thing I bitch about, even though I wasn't offended. Then you thought I blame you for all of my mistakes and I'm the only innocent one.. Then you practically kicked me out. So I left and fell asleep. I don't know how that's irrelevant to you." She says as she crossed her arms. "And it wasn't even a good time to fight, you know, after we.." She stops.