Ghost from the present (18+)

#Two: In which she gets back in shape.

It's deep in the night when I startle awake from the sound of something crashing. Subconsciously I jump out of bed into a fighting stance and my eyes snap open within an instant. What was that?! I cautiously look around me until I realize I'm on the ranch. I lower my fists and heave a small sigh, old habits die hard. Prison clearly sharpened my senses, but what was that noise? Just as I'm about to open my door I hear an agonizing scream.

'NO!
Let go of me, please!'

'Kizzy!'

I rush across the hallway barging open the door to Kizzy's room, my eyes dart across the room and land on Kizzy who's holding her sheets as she groans in agony. I sigh, leaning against the wall. I guess that answers that question, she still has those bloody nightmares. It's been a few days since I got back and after being gone for three years I had almost forgotten all about it. Annoyed I drag my hands through my hair as I walk to her bed. I sit down next to her and slowly start rubbing her back. This always used to calm you down.

She started getting these nightmares after her parents got killed and she doesn't particularly like to talk about it, but she did tell me it was always the same one. Her body still writhes in agony as sweat drips from her forehead. Stupid girl. After a few minutes, her groans slowly fade out and her ragged breathing returns to normal. I stop rubbing her back and stand up to walk towards the hallway.

'K-Karma?'

Kizzy softly whispers as she sits up while rubbing her eyes. 'Relax, I'll be right back.' I murmur before I walk downstairs to the kitchen. I quickly make some hot milk with honey before I trot back to Kizzy who's still sitting on the corner of her bed holding her knees to her chest, staring into the distance. I reach her the mug while peering at her face intently.

'So you still get that same nightmare?'

I ask, even though I already know the answer. She tries to shake her head in denial, but I stop her before she can do so.

'Don't lie to me. I know it's that dream, so you don't need to make excuses.
You know I hate lying and it's not like you want it to happen, so why deny it?'

'I-I... It's just ...that wolf gives me the creeps.'

'Listen. I have no clue why you developed a hating towards wolves since your parent's died. They aren't particularly friendly, I'll give you that, but it's just a dream Kizzy. Try not to think about it so much.
Here, drink up and go back to sleep.'

She nods drowning the drink in one big gulp before thanking me as she hands me back the empty mug, trying to smile with a little confidence to reassure me. But her eyes betray her and I know that she's still worried about it as she lays back down. When will you let this go? I think as I say goodnight and walk out of the room, closing the door behind me.

Back in my room, I check my phone to see it's just past four. Sighing I peek through the curtain at the corner of my window, it's still dark out. But because of Kizzy, I'm wide awake now. I look over to my bag, I could go train at that bar... After pondering about it for a few minutes I make up my mind and hop into my sports bra and leggings. I throw on a jacket and my favorite pair of boots before I grab my bag, heading downstairs.

Once outside I swing the bag across my shoulder and start jogging to the cafe. With a steady pace, I dash through the streets. My breathing becomes slightly ragged after some time and it doesn't take me very long before I reach the front of the cafe where it's still bustling with people. I walk through the front door as the music slams itself into my eardrums. Bloody hell, I'm sure awake now! I slightly squint my eyes, ignoring the urge to cover my ears as I make my way through the crowd toward the bar where I see Sean.