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··Chapter 7··

A tall figure stands in the door frame and stares at me. I cant move, or speak. I try to get up, but it's useless.
"You're coming with me!" the faceless body shouts. I can feel a tear trail down my cheek as the figure picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. I open my mouth to scream but nothing comes out. I look up to see my father, unconscious, and held at gun point.

"Oh, you're gonna enjoy this." the man who us carrying me says. He forces my head toward my dads direction while i watch him struggle.

"No! Please, god no," I plead, tears rushing down my cheeks. As the man covers my mouth I hear a loud boom and blood spatter on the concrete wall of our basement.

"Dad! Dad no! Shit, shit! You fucking monsters!" I shout with a sob.
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"No, No! Stop, NO!!!" I shout and wake to feel hands holding me, embracing me. Tears spill out as I pant and try to calm down.

"Shhh, It's okay." I hear the voice of Jackson say. I look to my left to see Camden holding back my shoulder. Once they let me go, I hug my knees and dig my face into my arms.

"Another nightmare?" Jackson asks. I nod, wiping my tears away.

"How bad was it?" I ask, sobbing.

"Bad enough to wake me up. Its 3 in the morning, Maze." he says. I sigh and sniffle. God, I hate it when I get those nightmares. They've been happening a lot more, lately.

"Water?" Jackson asks. I nod as he makes his way down to the kitchen.

"What happened?" Camden asks, snapping me out of a trance.

"With?"

"Your dream.." he asks. I sit up, actually taking a good look at him. His brown hair is sticking up in more places than one, his eyes look like he hasn't slept, but yet he looks alert?

"Its a long story," I say, as I stand up.

"I've got nothing but time." he says softly, giving me a sad smile. I smile before flipping my head over and gathering my hair into a ponytail. I decide to go check on Jackson to see what took him so long, but he's alrrady snoring on the couch with a full glass of water on the coffee table infront of him. I pick the glass up and dump it into the sink. Instead, I make myself a cup of sleepy time tea. Once thats over, Camden follows me lazily out onto the porch, and I plop down into the swinging "couch". He takes a seat in a chair infron of me and clears his throat waiting for an explanation.

"Okay, so.. My nightmares..." I start. I sigh before continuing.

"Im listening," he says, gazing into my eyes. I look at the floor before explaining.

"It's basically a flashback. It's sorrounded by how my dad died. I was around seven or eight. My dad was into some.. Gang activity. Long story short, I am mentally scared with the image if blood splattering on the wall of our basement. Now, I have... Night Terrors about it, but each time its somehow different," I explain. He nods, as if he understands, but I have a hard tim believing he does.

"Wow," he says, running a hand through his hair. I nod and look down. Im sure he thinks I'm crazy.

"Please, Don't cry." he says, walking over and sitting next to me. It takes me a minute to notice the tears falling from my face before wiping them away.

"Sorry. Why are you comforting me? I thought you didnt like me." I say, instantly regrettign what I said. But truth is, I do think that. Because of that "Little game" he played at the restaurant. He doesn't mean a single thing he says or does to me.

"Is that what you think?" he says, furrowing his brows. I look him dead in the eye, and nod.

"Oh." he says, once he realizes im serious. And with that, I leave back up to my room and try to attempt to fall back asleep. I crawl under my white comforter and stare into dark nothingness. Minutes that seem like hours go by, until I hear a knock st my door. I pretend I dont hesr it, because I know it's him.

"I know you're awake. Can't fall asleep?" he asks. I squeeze my eyes shut and sigh, rolling to my side so my back is facing him.

"Truth is," I start but stop as I sigh.

"I'm afraid to go to sleep." I say, placing my hand on my forehead. Light peeks through my window, as I watch it beam on Camden's bare chest. I admit, he's got nice abs, but I'm not interested.

"Well, I'm here for you." he says, sitting on my bed. I feel the corner of my lips curl and snort.

"I mean it." he says, laying down next to me. I sigh and roll over, facing my back toward him again. I take a deep breathe before replying.

"Stay above the comforter." I say to him. I can feel him staring at my back but ignore it. Luckily, I pass out before he can say anything, and sleep well throughout the night.

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I wake up, Glancing at the clock on my bedside. 12:47.

I try to get up, but instead feel weight and lay back down. I glance to my stomach, to see a tan, Muscualr arm around me. I look to my right to see a light snoring Camden. I carefully pick up his hand and put it at his side.

I stand up, quickly shuffling to my bathroom, and shut the door behind me. I lean against the door and sigh. Did he really cuddle me in my sleep? I shrug it off and brush my teeth and wash my face. This stupid boot makes everything harder. Just walking is hard.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Maizee," my mom says. I give her smile before grabbing a bowl.

"What happened last night? I heard you scream." she asks, concerned.

"Nightmare.. Dad." I explain. She nods and sighs. She worries too much when That kind of shit happens.

"It's fine. Jackson and Camden helped me. Im okay." i say, reassuring her.

"So that's why I saw that boy in your bed, hmm?" she asks, sipping her coffee. I feel the red rise to my cheeks as I fight a smile.

"Hey, wasn't my Idea." i say, pouring milk on top of my Apple Jacks. Not many people like the cereal, but Its my favorite.

"Morning." Camden says, pouring himself some Coffee. I cringe because he puts nothing in it qnd takes it black.

"Yikes," I say, scrunching my nose up.

"What? He asks, looking up from his coffee. I can't help but giggle.

"That's not... Nasty?" I say, pointing my finger at him.

"Aye, don't judge!" he says, putting his hand ove this chest in mock hurt.

"Dierk," I say, and swat his arm. He snorts at my new word and I hear my mom chuckle.

"You two, I swear." she says. I look over my shoulder before replying,

"It's Just a game." and I know that gets his attention, because I feel his gaze never leaving me. I grin to myself. Its on.

ITS ON! So this chapter is a little longer, but yeah.. I had fun writing it actually. Let me know what you think in the comments! Vote, Comment, And Share!
Peace-Madi 💟