I was able to go back home. The house was now clean, except the blood stain on the floor. No matter. We're buying a rug later.
I headed back to my room and I saw (S/N) laying on my bed. She looked at me and her eyes brightend.
"(Y/N)! (B/N) told me what happened!" She gave me a rough hug but the pain in my shoulder came back from this, but I ignored it. I hugged her back.
"I'm alright. You need to get some sleep though. Dad wants to take you and (B/N) to grandma's."
"But what about you? What if he comes back?"
"I'll stay here. You know I don't like leaving here. Plus I need to do some work. The police had caught him." I lied. I didn't want her to know everything that happened or that could happen.
She looked at me, to see if I was hiding anything. She didn't find anything, thankfully.
"Go pack some stuff."
"Alright, (Y/N)."
Once she left my room, I plopped on my bed. God, did I miss it. I began to let sleep take over me.
Running. That's what I was doing. The burning sensation in my lungs and throat along with the soreness in my legs. How long was I running? What from? In my surroundings, there was nothing but trees, the sound of sticks cracking from the weight of my feet made me run faster. Then I tripped, I looked to see what it was, a fucking log. I heard the sound of footsteps and saw a figure running to me. Before I can even stand, I felt a hand grab me by my hair to pull me up. I looked to see the persons face and I was met with lidless eyes. "GO TO SLEEP!" As I felt something stab my stomach. Looking down the best I could, there was a knife. Then I blacked out.
I woke up in a jolt, covered in sweat. My legs sore and my throat burning.
"It's just a dream.. Just a dream." I whispered to myself. I checked my phone for the time, "5:57 a.m." I read out loud.
I couldn't go back to sleep so I got up and took a warm shower to clean myself off. My stitches burning slightly but I ignored the pain. I just wanna get this musk off of me.
Finally, out the shower with fresh clothes, I decided to make some breakfast. When I got downstairs, I saw movement in the kitchen. I grabbed the nearest object to my right and got it ready to beat someones head it.
As I quietly walked in, it was my dad.
"Dad?"
He jumped a little, "(Y/N)! Good morning. I came early to get some stuff ready. What are you doing up?"
"I just woke up. Was gonna make some breakfast."
"Oh.. well, don't let me stop you!" He smiled and ruffled my damp hair before walking out.
