Run to Me

Chapter 14

Katerina

"Dave, wake up," I told him softly.

I placed my hand on his harm, shaking him. "Hey, it's okay. You're okay. You're safe..." I said, but he continued to trash in his sleep.

"Dave... wake up," I said again.

Then suddenly he gasped, pushing me off of him, making me fall on the floor, my right elbow hitting the floor with a thud.

I winced at the impact, but stood back up quickly, ignoring the pain on my elbow.

"Dave, it's okay. It's just me," I said softly.

He was breathing hard.

He was looking right through me.

Shiver ran throughout my body at the way he was looking at me. It was if he was seeing something—someone else.

"Dave? It's just me," I whispered.

He blinked a few times, but he still wore the same look.

I moved closer to him again.

He flinched.

"I'm going to pull the sheets off of you, okay? I'm not going to hurt you," I said.

He was drenched in sweat.

I moved slowly not wanting to cause him to sink deeper into his trance.

My hands were shaking and I was scared out of my wits, and there were a million questions running through my head. With the way Dave is acting, I'm not so sure that this was just a simple nightmare.

I grabbed the sheets covering him and pulled it off of him.

"It's just me Dave," I said again, as I sat next to him.

I leaned forward and raised my hand. "I'm just going to wipe off some of the sweat on your forehead," I said to him.

As I ran my hand against him, he closed his eyes and sighed.

"Dave?"

He pulled me to him and wrapped his arms around you.

After my initial shock, I found myself hugging him back. We stayed like that for a while, before he finally spoke and broke the silence between us.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he said softly.

"It's okay. What did you dream about?" I asked.

"Please don't ask me that. I don't want to lie to you," he said.

"Then don't. Just tell me," I said.

He shook his head. "I can't."

"Can't or won't?"

"Both," he said.

I nodded, respecting that he was at least honest about that.

"Do you often have these nightmares?"

"Every night," he admitted.

"Have you talked to someone about this?"

"Like what? A shrink?" He pursed his lips.

"Why not? If it will help you," I said. "How long have you been having these nightmares?"

"Awhile," he said evasively.

"Dave..."

"I'm fine. I'm sorry I scared you," he said.

"You're never going to let me in, are you?" I said, pushing off of him, ignoring the pain in my elbow.