My Lovely Biggums (BajanCanadian/Deadlox Fan-fiction)

Chapter 9 ~ Nightmares

~Sam's POV~

I yawned and looked at the time. (PS This is the night that she and Mitch saw the movie) "Its only nine p.m? It feels like one in the morning." I groaned as I climed into bed. I fell asleep hugging my pillow.

~The dream~

I was tied up in a chair half-naked. I looked around, unable to scream. I saw somebody in the corner of my eye. They walked up and ripped duct tape off my mouth. I yelped in pain, looking down.

"Who are you and where the fucking hell am I?" I asked, yelling.

"Well isn't somebody mad?" I heard the person say, "and I'm John."

"Why the fuck am I here, John?"

"Haven't you ever heard of watching your language, Sam?"

"How do you know my name?"

"You don't need to know. Oh by the way, what to see your boyfriend Mitch and how he's doing?"

"What did you do to him!" I yelled, about to cry. I tried to wiggle my arms free but couldn't.

"Boys bring him in!"

I gasped when I saw a beat up, bloody Mitch. I cried hard and tried as hard as I could to get free. "Let me go you bastard!"

Somebody untied me and I ran up to Mitch. "Baby are you OK?" I asked, hugging him.

I felt a sharp pain on my back. I fell to the ground in pain and knew somebody whipped my back.

"Get back in your chair." I did as I was told and I started to get whipped. They whipped my cheek, legs, stomach, shoulders, back, everywhere. I cried and squinted in pain.

I looked up and watched them whip Mitch. Soon I passed out.

~Dream ends~

I woke up crying and curled up in a ball. Mitch came running in and I hugged him tightly.

"Are you OK? What's wrong sweetie?" He asked, comforting me.

"I h-had a dream and I was raped and we were being whipped." I coughed up between breaths. He rubbed my back and comforted me.

"It's OK. It was only a dream. I would never let anybody do that to you."

I sniffled and nodded. He wiped away the tears on my cheeks, smiling slightly, which made me smile.

I'm guessing we both fell asleep because I woke up in his arms. I smiled and looked at him. He is so cute when he sleeps. I thought. (A/N I've found a pic of him sleeping on google. Call me a stalker but I was bored on google OK? OK.)

He woke up, "Good morning sweetie. You sleep well?"

I nodded and smiled.

~That night~

"Baby. Can you lay with me until I fall asleep tonight?" I asked Mitch.

"Of course." He said, smiling.

I walked to my room and got into my pajama's before he got to my room. I laid in bed and waited for him.

He walked in wearing some sweat pants and no shirt. I'm guessing I was blushing because he asked me, "What? Do I have to put on a shirt?"

"No it's fine."

He smiled and laid next to me, holding my waist gently, pulling me close to him, "Night sweetie."