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Chapter 24-

Chapter 24-

"It's your fault that she was raped!"

"If it wasn't for you, our family would still be together and happy."

"I think your mom and I are getting divorced."

"Tell anyone and you're dead you little whore."

I woke up yelling and fighting against my own night terrors for God knows how many times since summer and school started as well. 

Immediately, I backed myself up until I am on the corner of my bed, holding myself. I slowly drew in a shaky, deep breath trying to calm myself.

"Calvin?" I whispered, hoping he is awake.

It was 3 A.M., and it has been only a few hours since we finished dinner. I was actually getting used to him sleeping in the same room as I am.

Who knew he's such a good company at night whenever I wake up from night terrors?

"Another nightmare?" he guessed, his voice is deep and a little croaked and rasp.

I shuffled in the bed as I pulled my legs into my chest to slow down my breathing.

"Are you awake?" I already knew that he is, but I don't know what else to say.

I just needed to hear a voice to comfort me.

"No, I'm actually sleep-talking," he said teasingly.

I rolled my eyes, "You're really funny, Calvin. I'm dying of laughter."

I heard him turn around and my eyes met his in the dark.

"Another nightmares again?"

"Yeah..."

I squeaked when I feel the bed dip a bit.

"W-What are you doing?" I hissed when I felt him tugging at the blanket I am holding.

Then he turned his phone on and I can see his face a bit more clearly than in the dark. His hair is sticking up everywhere and the shirt I gave him is already wrinkled. He was sitting directly in front of me with a foot between me and him.

"Nothing. What do you think I was doing?" he questioned.

"Nothing..." I mumbled and he chuckled making me look at him in confusion.

"You have bed hair."

"You too," I combated, crossing my arms.

"Want to talk about your nightmare?" he said, getting back onto the topic.

"Not really..."

How can you tell someone how messed up your life is?

That you were raped?

That you feel abused and ugly every day?

Someone that you are falling for possibly?

"Not really... Sorry I woke you up; I was... scared," I admitted quietly.

"It's fine, I haven't had that good of a sleep for a long time at my own house with my step dad yelling every night at my mom. What's bothering you?"

"Night terrors."

"Night terrors?"

I sighed, since we're that far and I've known so much about his life, I should at least give him a glimpse of mine.

Just a little bit.

"Ever since last summer, I've been having night terrors. Lately, they've been getting worse and I have a hard time sleeping. The most I have is 3 or 4 hours of sleep or so. I've been drinking hot chocolate to keep me up daily instead of drinking coffee. It's like my own caffeine."