Her

Nightmares

Jaxon's POV:

Screams. That's what I hear as me and my men make our way down the deserted and filthy hall. It's a door at the end of the corridor with a light above it. I can smell from fifty feet away from the blood and decay of bodies that it's most likely a place that he takes the people he deals with too. And I just hope to GOD that he didn't take her there. I pray that she's somewhere else besides there. And my heart drops as I hear an ear piercing scream and every cell in my body runs cold as I recognize the scream and the pleading for them to stop. For HIM to stop. All she gets is laughter in return. I hold up my left fist stopping my men while my right is holding up my black on black Glock 9.

My men stall and nothing moving and a noise to be heard. I take a deep breath and put my hand on the handle and wait. Wait for the right moment, wait for the right time to bust in, and wait for the moment where I can wrap my hands around his neck and squeeze the life out of him for thinking he can take what's mine and try to destroy it. I feel a double tap on my shoulder, Davon, my brother letting me know we're ready to go. I take a step back keep my hand with the gun still raised and kick in the door. Just as she see's me she screams my name, I run towards her but don't get there quick enough. The son of a bitch comes up behind her and slits her throat.

I scream that's all I hear as I see her blood run down her body and she fades into darkness. In her place is my brother. He's shaking me screaming at me too but I can't hear him. I'm in a cold sweat, I can feel myself shaking, breaths coming in quick pants like someone is squeezing my lungs. Finally, what feels like forever my breathing is back to normal, I stand up on shaky legs and stagger to the kitchen and go for the bottle of vodka, and down half of it. I can hear my brother behind me waiting for me to say something But I don't think I can. In all the nightmares I've had with her, they've never gotten this far. The always stop when I kick the door open, or they stop when after I take a step forward. But. Never. This. Far.

I hear Davon and sigh behind. "The same nightmare again". He says, and all I can do is nod my head before I take another big swig. Enjoying the burn as it goes down my dry desert throat. "It went farther than last time". I say. "What happened this time?". He asks. He's concerned as always when he asks about the nightmares. After I told him after the first week I had them, he laughed and said I needed to stop watching horror movies. I knew he didn't believe me. But after that night I had woken him up with my screaming and yelling in my sleep, he couldn't say anything else. Now when I wake up from them and he's see's how shaken I am over a woman I don't even know, never even seen before in my life, let alone has seen her face he doesn't ask questions. He just waits till I say something.

"We got to the door like usual, but this time after I made the first step she was still there. She looks up from where she's at, screams my name and as I'm running towards her he comes up from behind her and slits her throat". By the time I'm done my throat is raspy and dry. I don't drink anymore, it'll only lead me to a faster sleep and have me back in the same hell I was in before I woke up. I slide down to the kitchen floor, bring my legs up, rest my forearms on my knees and look straight ahead. And as always my brother is right there with me, but when he slides down he's in my line of sight. He looks at me like he now there's more. And there is. Breathing out a heavy sigh. And looking him dead in the eye I whisper.

"And I still couldn't see her face".

Author's note: 

This is the first story I've tried to do and I hope you guys support me and let me know how it is. 

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