Trying to Escape the Hunt

No Chickflick Moments

I woke up to the sound of the baby monitor spitting static. I found myself sitting up and looked around the room. Spencer's arm was still draped around my stomach as he slept. I gently removed it and got off the mattress. His shirt fell around my thigh as I moved though our room. The walls of the home were something out of my childhood. I wanted to stop and look at them but my feet continued moving.

The light at the end of the hallway began to flicker and I frowned. I glided to it and gave it the confused look it deserved. My fingers tapped against it lightly until the light stood still. From there I moved into the nursery. I couldn't tell what the child looked like. Any features were blurry though it didn't seem to bother me.

"You." The voice was not my own. It was softer, more soothing but at the same time held a level of hostility that scared me. It was then that I saw the man standing over the crib, his arm outstretched, he turned slowly and smiled. He opened his arms in welcome but the look on his face was anything but comforting.

The point of view changed, a man was standing over me, a wicked grin on his face.

"Get away from her!"

"You weren't nearly this worried when I visited your son." I saw him flick his wrist and heard a loud bang on the wall. He laughed again and before I knew it, my mother was above me on the ceiling and something was slicing though her stomach and I heard her scream. He laughed again was gone like the darkness had swallowed him whole. Within what felt like a second my father was over-top of me and looked up at my dead mother.

"Mary!" Flames erupted around her.

"Addison!" Everything around me changed. I was no longer in home sweet hell, I was back in Spencer and I's apartment. "Addi…." He had his hands on either side of my face, his thumbs consistently brushing underneath my eyes. "Addi look at me." His words were gentle and he softly moved my face so it was on level with his. I couldn't breath, I couldn't see anything in the darkness of our bedroom. In….out…..in…..out.

"N-nightmare."

"I know. You're okay."

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The car came to a complete stop in front of the FBI. Spencer was sitting in the passenger seat of the car with a tight expression on his face. Him and I hadn't spoken much that morning, not that we ever talked much after one of my nightmares. I glanced around the parking lot at all the people that were walking into the building and when I looked back to Spencer I saw that he was also watching them. I could almost feel the thoughts and doubts that were rolling from him mind in waves.

"Spencer, you're going to be late." I warned softly. He looked at me and nodded.

"Are you sure your going to be okay if I have to leave?" I rolled my eyes and repeated his action.

"They're just nightmares."

"Nightmares about you're mother burning on the ceiling." I couldn't help but flinch. "Addison, they're not getting better, in fact they are getting worse. The longer you go without addressing the issues the longer it will be until they go away."

"I don't understand how you expect me to 'address' the issue."

"Talking to someone could really help, I wish you would be more open to that."