Dean Baker
Glad to be home.
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Jenny Simmons: Can’t wait to see you guys.
Mike Williams: We’ll see you soon guys.
Gabriel Mitchell: Good to know you guys are safe.
Carmen Jamieson: Thank God!
Reggie Dallas: Shit, I thought you and the fag died already.
Gabriel Mitchell: Shut the hell up, Reggie.
CHAPTER 23:
Mike kept his mouth shut about Dean and me. The girls or Marc did not suspect a thing between us. We felt it was not the right time to tell everyone. Dean asked his parents if he could stay over at Mike’s house, which was not a problem for them. It was our first night away from camp and safe at home.
“Leb, wake up,” Dean said frantically.
“Dean,” I gasped.
“You were having a nightmare,” he said. My hands were trembling and my face was wet with sweat and tears. My head was pounding and I felt dizzy.
“What time is it?” I asked.
“It’s about three in the morning.”
“Hey, is everything okay in here?” Mike said as he peered through doorway. “I heard crying.” Dean reached over to the lamp next to the bed.
“Yeah, Leb just had a nightmare,” Dean said worriedly.
“It was in the torture room. I couldn’t see anything, but I heard and felt everything,” I said. “But, I’m okay now. I promise.”
“Alright then,” Mike said as he went back to his room.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Dean asked.
“I’m fine, Dean,” I said with a smile. “Let’s just go back to sleep.” He reached out and wiped my tears away. I moved away from him a bit so I could make myself comfortable. He reached over and pulled me to his chest. I had my head on the crook of his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m trying to make you comfortable.”
“Are you comfortable?”
“Yes, you’re smaller than me by a little and I’d take any excuse to hold you.” I smiled and hugged his waist as he reached out to turn off the lamp. I heard him sigh in the darkness and a few minutes later, soft snores filled the room. It was my cue to doze off to peaceful sleep.
It was the last day of the year and everyone was at Mike’s house for the New Year’s party, which doubled as a second Christmas and our welcome home party. Mike, Jenny, and I were finishing up the decorations, while Ollie and Mrs. Williams were in the kitchen. Jenny’s dad, Michelle, Marc, and Alison were trying to work the grill in the backyard.
“Where’s Dean?” Jenny asked as we hung up some streamers.
“I’m sure he’s on his way. I’ll text him,” I said. Mike gave me a pointed look. I just rolled my eyes and took out my phone. Ollie got me a replacement for the one I lost before being dumped in North Hill.
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