Almost You

Night Terrors and Table Dancing

Chapter 12

Night Terrors and Table Dancing

Lucas's bloodshot eyes seethed with inexplicable anger, he gritted his teeth meancingly and his hands were gripped into tight fists by his sides. My immediate reaction was to shrink back into a corner. But I stayed put, my feet glued to the floor of his apartement.

"Lucas..." I squeaked in the tiniest and softest voice I could manage. The fear ran through my veins like ice as he approached.

Lucas's familair ginger hair was tousled, and his mist grey eyes were blood shot and red. He reeked of acohol. He was drunk, and mad, tremebling with uncontrollable anger. Cold sweat beaded on my forehead.

"This. Is. All. Your. Fault!" He spat each word like pure venom. I saw him raise the full beer bottle and took a long gulp.

Then, it happened so fast but it seemed like slow motion. Lucas took the beer bottle and raised it into the air. My eyes never left the bottle as it swung directly towards my head.

The smash of broken glass sounded through the room, echoing off walls and windows, the feel of blood pour down from my head into my eyes, the beer that flowed off of me. I remebered every second. The pain shot through me like fire, buring through every piece of my body.

I shot up out of my bed, cold sweat pouring off my body mixing with tears that I couldn't control. My scar above my eyebrow tingled from the memory, and I mildily felt like Harry Potter.

Nonono not the nightmares, please not them. Oh god. They're back.

Lucas had peirced my skin a year and a half ago. He had been my boyfriend, a man with a violent record. Why I dated him I have no idea, but after the terrible inicdent I have been getting haunting nightmares, each one the same but strikingly terrifingly vivid. Each one left me panting, crying, screaming and terrified from the tragic memory. Things had gotten better after I had met Ryan, and after I had established that I loved him then they stopped. But I still love Ryan, why are they back?

Liz ran into my room, a long baguette of bead in her hand threatenly. "I heard screaming." She said, swinging the bread around like a basebal bat.

Her eyes softened when she saw no intruders but also because of my tears.

I cried into my hands, and I felt the bed dip beside me.

"Honey, whats wrong?" She asked soothingly, she rubbed her hand on my back confortingly.

"...L-l-l-uca-a-as" I stuttered between masive sobs that racked my body.

Her eyes widened. "You mean... Your having the nightmares?" Her voice was thick with sympathy.

I nodded. "But.... You only get those when.... Something happens. Like a heartbreak." She gasped, realizing whats happening. "Did you and Ryan break up?!"

I shook my head. Then plunged into the long story. As I was telling her the story of my troulbles, anger bolied inside me.

"So its all Evan's fault." I detrimed through gritted teeth. She looked at me funny, like she was trying to figure me out.

"Did you like it when he kissed you?" She asked softly.

Yes.

"No." I said, more to myself. "I love Ryan."

She sighed looking, disappointed. "Okay then. Comon girl you look terrible."

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I pushed the damp sheet away from me, after crying myself asleep last night they had absorbed lot of the tears.