A/N: Daniel Sharman as Chase, (he captured Aurelia in the beginning of the story)
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Cause lighting don't strike, the same place twice When you and I, said goodbye, I felt the angels cry Cause true love's a gift, but we let it drift, in a storm Every night, I feel the angels cry
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Last night was unbelievably hard to find sleep. I could not bare the thought of shutting my eyes when all I could think about was talking to Elias about trust. A word that he possibly didn't have in his book of vocabulary. The worst of all are the night terrors. It's like I have this debt to pay for living through that brothel and all I see is myself being tormented and killed over and over and over again in a never ending cycle. It haunts me still to think about it. The fact that Elias is not trustworthy has me on edge, thinking that he could easily snap his fingers and I could be reliving my terrifying nightmares again.
I couldn't explain the nightmare in perfect description as everything was in glimpses. I recall running through this long and huge hallway where girls in the brothel laid scattered on the bloodied floors, their bodies stripped of their clothing which was horrifying. I remember seeing the door at the end of the hallway and hands grabbing me from behind. I was pushed to the ground, nothing or no one to help me as the man I remember killing one of the girls, I think his name was Daniel bringing his claws to my throat and instantly killing me and everything going black as Connell stood above laughing as I choked on my own blood.
I gripped a mug of coffee in my hands, trying to keep my weary eyes opened. My hair was tangled down my back from my hands running through it as I stressed all morning. Evelyn was preparing breakfast and sparing me a few soft words which I wasn't aware of until she set a plate of eggs in front of me. "You know, it's not good for your age to not be getting any sleep," she winked at me.
"I'll be fine Evelyn," I take a sip of my coffee, trying to blink the tiredness away.
"You're not Fine dear," she frowns, "what troubles you?"
