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Visions of my parents being murdered filled my head. I couldn't take it anymore, and found myself screaming. I was awake now, sitting up on the bed, and so was Ashton. It was probably 4:00 in the morning.

"Are you okay? What happened?" he asked. By looking at him, I could tell he was concerned, worried, and confused all at once.

I placed my face in my hands. "Yeah, I'm fine." I put my hands down and sighed.

Ashton started rubbing my back with his hand. "It's okay. Whatever woke you up was just a dream." he said.

"No. It happened." I looked up into his beautiful eyes.

"Well it's okay now." He held his arms out in front of him, bringing me in for a hug.

I embraced the hug, and he brought me back to laying down. He pulled the blankets over us, and we stayed like that for the rest of the night.

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