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Parents' Killer

Right now you didn't know it but you were having a nightmare. Youdreamnt that those you came to view as family, Oliver as a father,Louis as a uncle, Matt as a brother, and Allan as a lover, eventhough Oliver and Louis weren't that much older than you, youdreaming that they weren't real. That theywere the dream and you awoke the same as you always been. Your motherstarving you to make you more appealing and your father hating youfor never being good enough. Waking up drenched in a cold sweat yousaw Freedom at your side meowing at you as if to ask what was wrong.Wrapping your arms around him you cuddled into the soft fur relaxingslightly against him.

Logically the fact that you were in your room and Freedom was purringagainst you as if to try to calm you down should have convinced youthat you just experienced a nightmare and that there was nothing toworry about. However it didn't and standing up you quietly as youcould sneaked over to Allan's room gently opening the door.

Allan's senses, as a killer, were finely tuned and he awoke to seeyou as you were opening the door and blinked hazy ruby eyes at youseeing your chubby form. "Name? What are you doing up at..." hepaused to look at the alarm clock on his night stand, "three ten inthe morning doll?" He asked but grew worried as you didn't answer."Darling?"

When you took a shaking breath to try and compose yourself fearwashed through the American. Standing he rushed over to you, takingyour slightly shaking chubby form into his arms and moving you to thebed where he turned on the light so he could get a good look at you."What's wrong?" He asked wondering as a blush stole across yourface.

"It's nothing..." you whispered as he gave you a stern look.

"Obviously it's not if it's got you so upset, now tell me what'swrong." He commanded stroking your hair, dispelling all your fearswithout even knowing he was.

"It's silly." You protested as he pulled you to his chest holdingyour lovely squishy body to his own toned one.

"Nothing that has you so upset is silly, now tell me."

"I...I had a nightmare." You whispered as he didn't laugh or sighat your childishness, only held you tighter.

"What was it about?" He asked rubbing your back soothingly to tryto get you to fall back asleep, you were his darling little princessand you needed your rest.

I dreamnt that I was back at my parents house. That everything thathappened never happened, that you and your brothers were all part ofmy imagination." You gave out a sob as he held you closer.

"I'm real and I love you," he whispered as you held him tighter.

"I know." You whispered holding him tight, you knew that in adream you couldn't read, as the side of your brain that wasresponsible for reading and the side that dream were opposites andyou could clearly read his Suicide Squad comic on his nightstand."But in my dream I was home with mom starving me and dad hurting meagain." You whispered his soothing working in getting you back tosleep.

"What do you mean by that, Name?" Allan asked his blood runningcold. You had never gone into detail about your past to him and hehad never done so with his past, the fact that sometimes the past waswhere things needed to stay. Rehashing things wouldn't help any.