There's No Editing THIS Love! [COMPLETED]

6. Asleep, Awake, Asleep

"You've got a big bed for such a small person," Max chuckles.

"It's a queen bed and I'm not small! I'm 5' 8"!" You frown. (Pretend, alright?)

"And I'm about six something so beat that!"

You look at Max from the corner of your eye. "Shut up."

Max laughs and walks out of your room. You jump in your bed and sigh.

I'm not small...

You drop backwards to your pillow and pass out.

~×~×~×~×~×~

"D-Dad..." You put your hand up to your mouth as your father puts the knife down. He tries to walk towards but you back away. "How could you?" You ask, tears overflowing. "Mom... You killed her. You killed your wife." Your father looks at his bloody hands and then at you. "She was going to die anyway." More tears. "No she wasn't! The doctor said she was showing signs of improvement!" Your father sighs and begins wiping his hands on his white shirt. "That was just another flare, (Y/N). I did this so she wouldn't suffer anymore." You look at your dead mother, killed by her husband/lover, blood all over her hospital gown and face, which has a look of horror and pain frozen onto it. "If you don't keep this between us, (Y/N), you'll be next." With that, your father walks away, red smears all over his white shirt. And yet, nobody in the hospital stops to question it. They just continue with life. How do you?

"(Y/N)!"

You wake up to someome shaking you. You don't care who it is, you just clutch onto them and start crying. Where did that nightmare come from? The depths of Hell?

"Are you okay, (Y/N)?!" Max exclaims.

You shake your head and you feel Max wrap his arms around your back. This is so embarrassing! Max is witnessing me sobbing my heart out! After a few minutes, you begin wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your onesie.

"Are you okay?" Max asks again. You simply look at him and he already knows.

"I-I'm sorry for waking you," you whisper. "Especially since it's only... 1:57."

"It's fine, I just got scared when I heard you crying all the way from the living room. What happened?"

The amount of concern in Max's voice surprises you. He's normally the angry type, not the caring type. What suddenly happened?

"I-It was just a night terror..."

"It doesn't seem like just a night terror, but if you say so."

Max gets up and starts to leave but then you grab his hand. He stops and looks back at you. Why did I do that? You wonder. You let go of his hand and sigh.

"Do you want me to stay with you?" He whispers.

You nod your head sadly.

"I've never had a nightmare before..." You tell Max as he sits on your bed.

He hugs you again and begins to slowly rock back and forth. Where did this soft side come from?

This question remains in your mind as you both fall asleep, and it will stay in your subconscious until Max can answer it.