𝑆𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝐵𝑦 𝐻𝑖𝑚

|4| Nightmares

A/N: If there are any spelling errors or missing words, please let me know in the comments so I can fix it.
Thank you.♥️
~~~~~

✧⚫︎Cole's POV⚫︎✧

I stay by Natalie's side until I know she's asleep, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on her forehead. I admire her a minute and smile, moving her hair out of her face before getting off the bed. I quietly walk to the door, careful not to wake her, and I slowly close the bedroom door behind me. I sigh to myself and rub my face, walking the bathroom to get ready for bed.

I turn the light on and do my business, flushing the toilet and washing my hands afterward. I start brushing my teeth and look in the mirror as I do, spitting and rinsing my mouth out once I'm finished. I wash my face like I always do to keep my acne down, because you know; hormones. My face gets pretty oily when I don't wash it, and I hate the feeling of it.

I dry my face and turn the light off, going downstairs to make sure there isn't any mess to clean up. I grab water before turning the main lights off, following the nightlights I have placed throughout my house to find the stairs. I yawn and look at my watch, reading the time which says 10:45 p.m., and I rub my face again as I make my way up the stairs.

I get to my bedroom and open the door, closing it again behind and walking to my bed. I turn the bed lamp on and pull my phone out of my pocket, setting it down on the bedside table and plugging it in to charge. I yawn again and lay down, shimmying under the covers and pull them over my bare chest. I reach over to turn the lamp off, laying back and snuggling into my pillow.

As soon as I close my eyes I hear a loud scream, and I sit straight up and turn my light back on. The screams turn into loud whimpers, making me jump up and rush out of my room. The whimpers slowly turn into cries, and I hear them get louder as I walk quickly down the hall. I hear something fall and break, and I start to grow concerned as I hurry to back to my room.

I hurry to my closet where I keep my safe, unlocking it and opening the metal door. I grab my handgun and look to see if it's loaded, which it always is, and I shut the door again before hurrying out of the room. Every man keeps a gun in his house, right? For their only safety as well as others in the house? The screams and cry get louder as I get close to where they're coming from.

Natalie. I kick the thought out of my mind to keep myself from panicking. What good would it do if I was so worried and caught up in my own thoughts and not paying attention? I could get hurt. Or even worst, Natalie could. I take a deep breath as I stop at her door, the screams so loud they could break glass.

I pray to myself that's it not what I think, and I hold my handgun close to my chest. I slowly reach for the doorknob, twisting it so slow I could barely feel it was moving. I push the door open carefully, and I realize those cries and whimpers were words. I hold my gun up in front of me, and I push the door open all the way.

I hurry inside and my eyes fall on Natalie, who's laying on the floor squirming like a fish out of water. I scan the room as quickly as I could, rushing to Natalie and turning the light on. I look to find what had broken; a small glass vase that was on the bedside table. I check the window, no cracks in the glass and the locks securely fastened.

Once I'm convinced there's no one else here, I quickly put my gun into safety and set it on the bedside table, the nozzle facing towards the wall. I get on my knees beside Natalie, picking her head up and cradling it as I wrap an arm around the back of her neck. Her face was red with tears streaming down her face, her hair all over the place and her body squirming.