Be My Forever [COMPLETE]

Chapter 110

Valerie woke up in the middle of the night screaming. Claire, completely terrified, started crying with her sister. Valerie couldn't get out of bed, as if something was forcing her to stay put.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

"I saw something by my bed," Valerie said, out of breath. I lifted her up, and rocked her back and forth. Toby got up and searched the room, and found nothing. "What was it? What did you see?" He asked. Valerie started to shake in my arms. She was sweating and hyperventilating. "It was like a person, except I couldn't see its face. It was a shadow."

Toby and I sighed. She was obviously seeing things, or she just had a nightmare. "How about we all sleep in our bed? Will that make you feel better?" I asked. The girls nodded their heads, and Toby and I carried them to our room.

We made sure that both the girls were asleep when Toby and I started talking.

"She's seeing things."

"Maybe she isn't."

"Spence, she's four. She has a wild imagination. I wouldn't be surprised if she had some imaginary friend."

"She wouldn't wake up like that, screaming, because of her imagination. Either she had a terrible nightmare, or something's wrong."

"Our apartment isn't haunted, Spencer."

"I didn't say that. Maybe she has sleep paralysis or something. People with those disorders see things in their sleep, and they can't move or even scream."

"Well, we could take her to the hospital."

"We need to take her to a therapist."

"Alright. As soon as we can, we'll take her. Now, can we please go to bed? I'm exhausted."

"Okay. I love you."

"I love you too."

I lie awake, and I can't help but worry about Valerie. My baby is hurting. She's scared, and there's nothing I can do to help.

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My job got more and more frustrating with each day. I wanted more than anything to quit. But I stayed strong for my family.

"What is that?" A woman from behind me asked, pointing at a picture Valerie had drawn for me. Valerie had claimed it was a mythical creature of some sort, but any other person would've seen just scribbles. Nonetheless, I cherished it and hung it up on my wall. This woman didn't make an effort to sound curious. In fact, she sounded disgusted.

"My daughter made it. She's four." I said.

"Well, could you keep it at your house? We aren't really allowed to decorate. Especially not with those mediocre drawings." She walked away before I could retaliate, and I was left confused and angry. That was what pushed me over the edge.

It's official: I hate my job.