Tyson

Grief

Athena

I wake up on Tys puffing chest.

This is so peaceful.

He's sleeping like a baby.

Then jumps a little in his sleep and moves around.

Oh no.

I sit up and run my fingers through his hair. "Ty" I try to wake him, but he won't. "Tyson wake up, you're having a had dream" I wiggle him. Why won't he wake up? Is he this deep of a sleeper? "Ty-"

"NO!" he shoots up, drenched in sweat and struggling to catch the breath.

"Are you okay?!" I gasp. He has a hard time breathing. "Ty, calm down, really deep breaths" I rub his back. "I'm right here! Nothing's happening!"

"WHY DO I HAVE TO RELIVE THAT MOMENT?!" he jumps out of bed and punches the wall while crying.

"Tyson! It's okay!" I get out of bed.

"WHATS WRONG?!" Scar and Riley run in.

"I-I don't know, he had a nightmare" I frown.

"Okay okay, calm down Tyson" Scar tries to calm him and holds his bloody ass fist back.

I cover my mouth and tear up.

I hate this.

and I'm terrified.

why?

I don't know... his violence...

how he wouldn't wake up...

how he shot up screaming.

his shouting...

God that was horrific.

and I've heard Tyson get really pissed and shout before, but this... it was different.

he was genuinely upset.

and it was scary...

"Oh my goodness, are you okay?!" Riley hugs me. Tyson, catching his breath, looks at me, softening up. "I know it's scary seeing him like that, but we know he didn't mean to scare you" she rubs my back.

"A..." Tyson takes me and hugs me. "Fuck, I'm sorry" he says. "Are you okay?"

I wrap my arms around him. "That was terrifying! You wouldn't wake up! You scared the fuck out of me when you-"

"I know, I'm sorry..." he rests his chin on my head.

"I can only imagine how Beth feels" Scar frowns and I turn to him with Tysons arms secure around me. "She's Slades wife, they were high school lovers. God do they love each other... more than they love themselves"

"That's awful..." I frown and Tyson rubs my side.

"I hope she's okay" Tyson turns to Riley. "Are you okay, mom?" he lets go of me and walks to his mom, putting his hand on her arm.