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Amelia's POV

It happened again, the dreams. This time they felt even more real than the previous one's. I could still feel his rough, clammy hands grabbing on to me. The way he forcefully grabbed my chin and pressed his cold lips to my unresponsive ones.

I remember the foul taste they held. The distinct tasted of stale cigarettes and cheap liqure invaded my tastebuds and the memory was enough to make me gag. I clearly remember screaming out for help from anyone but it was as if no one was in that area when these things happened to me. I could feel myself screaming but nothing seemed to help me. Then, all of a sudden I was being shaken awake ending my torture temporarily.

When I was fully awake the first thing my eyes landed on were his striking green orbs staring right back into mine. I could feel him assessing me and when I finally broke eye contact and looked down was when I realised the situation we were in.

His arms were locked around my back and I felt rather than noticed the calming circles his thumbs drew on my lower back. Once I looked up again any emotion that was present on his face was wiped off. The blank expression he held in contrast to the affectionate movements of his thumbs confused me tremendously .

Once my breathing steadied I felt him slowly release me and move to get up. Panicked, I reached out for him and as my hand made contact with his, he ripped his hand away as if my touch burned him. This wasn't anything new though. I don't know why I'd still reach out to touch him if I knew what was coming. When the night terrors came this same thing happened every time. I wake up in a cold sweat, shaking only to have him comfort me and once I would be fine he'd get up and leave without a word. I never understood, not even a tiny bit why he would help me only to return to being cold and distant.

When I make eye contact with him now he keeps the blank expression and turns away heading out the door leaving me to fall asleep alone. I take the little I get from him because I know this is the most he'll ever allow me to have. I've come to realise that even with him being here I'd be completely alone. With these thoughts clouding my mind I feel sleep calling my name in a whisper and I give in, closing my eyes praying that I fall into a dream less slumber.

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I groan lowly as I feel the bright sunlight creeping its way through my closed lids and I sigh. Slowly I peel my eyes open and squint at the light blinding me temporarily until my eyes adjust to the lighting of the room.

Slowly and carefully I roll myself out of the warm confines of my bed and walk towards the kitchen.

When I enter the kitchen I head for the cupboard and reach for the cereal but before my fingers can wrap itself around it the box is taken from my reach and my eyes follow the arm until I reach the owners eyes.

His forest green eyes look at me briefly before he turns away knocking his shoulder into mine causing me to stumble a bit at the impact and I furrow my brows even though this is just the usual.

"Sleep well? " I ask in a sleepy voice and clear my throat to get rid of the sleep induced sound. It takes quite a while before I get an answer from him even if it was just a grunt in response to my question I asked him.

As he finishes with the cereal I pour a small amount into my bowl that sits on the table. I would be surprised if this little even stayed down.

"What are you going to do today?" I ask in a polite yet quiet voice and as soon as I hear the change in his breathing I regret even opening my mouth.

"None of your business. Do not meddle in things that do not concern you." he spits and I flinch at the sound of his voice and shrink back into the seat.