Living in Lies ✧ S.W [1]

chapter eleven

The next morning, I had woken up, once again, snuggled right up close to a still drowsing Sam.

We both had fell asleep after reading the book for quite a while in the night.

I had looked down at the page number that morning, to see we had left off on page 354 to about page 523.

The book was still open, perfectly untouched on my lap.

I couldn't believe it was already the second night of these two staying here, and we had fell asleep together once again. Not that I minded to much.

For the rest of the week, Sam would always end up coming back into my room, and we would read Midnight Roses together. Eventually, we did finish it very quickly, but Sam still always found a random reason to come talk to me, or just do something, anything in my room with me.

Considering Dean was always lounging around on the couch, we weren't able to get access to the TV in the living room. But, luckily, a few months ago, Ashton and I decided we would install an even bigger flat screen into our own room.

So now, Sam and I have been having Netflix marathons. Watching those two sisters bicker, until we fall asleep on my bed. Or read new books, or hell even just talk. I don't mind any of it at all. We just click so good, like correct puzzle pieces coming together. The only problem I don't exactly love, is having to sleep in my clothes all the time.

Sometimes he brings his laptop into my room, and researches random stuff about the murders going on in the city, while I study the notes in my packed binder.

Dean never minds either. Whenever Sam will leave to come disappear with me in my own room, he would always just steal Sam's bedroom and sleep in it for the night, considering it was always just left there with no one to use it.

I have gotten to know, and to my own surprise, trust, these brothers quite a bit now. Especially the younger one, which I can easily tell I am growing a strong bond with. They have been respecting my house rules exactly how I've wanted them to.

I'm just afraid to bring up those nightmares again in front of them.

I've been having them often, along with new unsolved murders going on frequently throughout the city, which I'm presuming the boys are always doing research on while I'm away in the university.

There has been a few times where I have woken up in tears, screaming, my heart pumping so hard I'd have thought I was going to have a heart attack right on the spot.

I can tell I sometimes scare the shit out of Sam whenever I have a nightmare, because he quickly sits up when I do, seeming to always be ready, and wraps his strong arms around me, whispering sweet nothings, which seems to quickly calm me down.

Once I even noticed him already sitting up, staring down at me with wide eyes, for I was probably tossing and turning, and whimpering. Maybe even talking.

Sometimes, whenever I'm in a good mood, he asks me to tell him about it. But I just shake my head, and refuse to. I don't want to tell him, because I don't want him telling me all that stupid voodoo shit that I don't need to be focusing on.

I've been trying to push the thoughts of whatever happens in my horrid nightmares away for the day, but I get so focused on them, I barely pay attention to what's going on in class, so by the time I get home and try to study, the more stressed I get for not knowing what happened.