Caught By The Bad Boys

Chapter Thirty Five: Sweet & Innocent

Song: Afraid

Artist: The Neighbourhood

Sweet & Innocent

Pulling the sheets closer to me, I stirred in my bed. I couldn't sleep, again. I twisted and turned until I was lying on my back, staring at the ceiling. The moon shone through my bedroom window giving light to my white ceiling. I stared at it for what felt like an eternity until I saw movement at the corner of my eye. Snapping my head to its direction, I was met by my desk chair slowly spinning.

It's just the wind. I repeated to myself as it kept on spinning making a creepy noise. After a while the chair just stopped but the feeling of not being alone didn't. Again I saw movement but when I glanced over at my door, there he was.

My eyes widened in horror as he stood at the edge of my bed. His ginger hair the exact same as the last time, he wore the same worn out clothing as he watched me.

I sat up straight as I observed him more; it was only then that I noticed the item in his hand. Not just any item, my shoe. The silver heel that looked brand new had a tight grip as Jack held it. He then raised his arm as I watched in fear.

"No please..." I cried as he started to stab himself in the head with the heel. The blood started spitting out like a volcano and it almost felt like it was real.

With both hands on the shoe, he stabbed himself harder. The blood running down his face only made it worse as I burst into tears.

"I'm sorry please!" I begged looking down to my hands.

"Stop!" I yelled as the familiar nauseous sound erupted in my ears knowing that he has gone too deep.

"Lana!" Jack yelled taking a step closer.

"Please, I didn't mean to!" I cried looking at him.

"Lana!" he yelled.

"I'm sorry!" I sobbed.

"Lana!"

...

My eyes snapped open as I jumped up from my bed. I was sweating as my breathing quickened. I then felt two hands on my shoulder making me jerk away but looked up to see my dad.

I let out a sigh as I tried to relax. My dad sat next to me as he rubbed my shoulder for comfort. I wiped away my tears as I glanced around the room. It could be around 3 am.

"That's the fourth night in a row." My dad muttered after I recovered. I looked up to see my dad wearing a white sleep shirt. He had bags under his eyes as he stared at the poster on my wall.

"I'm sorry." I sighed looking down to my hands. The nightmares have gotten worse, they would come and go but now it just seems to stay. Every time I close my eyes for fifteen minutes I picture him. As my dad said for the past four nights it's been the same.

"Do you wanna' talk about it?" dad asks as he throws the duvet over me.

"No-" I began but got cut of when a knock came from my bedroom door. My dad and I looked over to see my mother enter with a tray with three mugs on it. The smell of hot cocoa spread through the room as my mother placed the tray on my desk. She handed dad and I a mug and then took hers.

I watched as she sat on the edge of my bed and glanced over at my father. They kept eye contact for a few minutes while we sipped our hot coca. It's like they're talking with their eyes.

"I've changed your sheets already..." she trailed off not knowing what to say. From all the sweat and tears mom had to change my sheets twice already.

"Thank you," I mumbled looking down to my hot cocoa.