My head hurt. It's the first thing I felt when I stirred from my sleep.
To add to my pain and misery, the sun wasn't even completely up yet.
I'm up before my alarm I sighed
To confirm I was actually in my bed, I swept my eyes around the familiar room, my bedroom.
Sighing in relief, I pulled my blanket over my head - as if my blanket would protect me from everything.
Nightmares were frequent. I'd always wake up sweating - or screaming - or both.
I turned to lay on my side, looking at my bedroom door.
Last night's nightmare was too real.
I frowned at the worried texts from my parents and Mia.. about me not being home on time.
[Mom: Honey, it's 10, where are you?]
Message received at 10:03 PM
[Mom: Weather is bad baby, just let me know you're ok.]
Message received at 10:15 PM
[Dad: Ra?]
Dad messaged using his nickname for me at 10:32 PM
There were fourteen messages from Mia, from 9:00 PM to midnight.
I groaned, trying to recall my drive home from Mia's. We left home around 8:45 to drop Mia home last night, so how was I not home by 10? I would surely remember getting home and changing into my night suit?
But I didn't remember anything.
What if I wasn't dreaming after all?
I twirled my phone in my hands.. but my phone had supposedly been broken by the cloaked man.
Yet here I was, holding it, not a single scratch in sight.
Knowing that sleep would no longer return to me, I got out of bed. Slowly stretching the random soreness in my neck.
The hot shower did little to calm my nerves.
I closed my eyes and let the water run down my face.
The cloaked figure sped towards me as if he was flying towards me, I opened my eyes and gasped for air. Looking around the shower for any sign of the cloaked man.
It was just a dream, breathe. I rushed out of the shower, drying off and changing into comfy flannel pjs. I tip toed my way down the stairs and made a bee line for the front door.
If my car is here, in perfect condition, then it was definitely a dream.
When I unlocked the door I held my breath and tightly closed my eyes as I slowly slid my hand onto the doorknob. I imagined my car parked on the driveway in perfect condition, no scratches, no shattered windows - nothing.
I stared at my driveway.
I have half in denial and half relieved.
There it was, just as I had imagined it to be, in perfect condition.
I glanced down at myself, doing a quick inspection of my body again.
Nothing but a sore neck and a headache.
Strange. Thanks to my dad's amazing gene's - I never get sick. I never get headaches and I always healed faster than most people. So, my sore neck and headache were quite odd.
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Hers To Destroy [Alpha Series: Book 1]
Hombres LoboThe tragedy that brought Ara her greatest loss, brought Damien his greatest treasure. Only now, his treasure is being hunted by evil mystical creatures to destroy a prophecy made by an ancient being, centuries ago. If the prophet is right, Ara will...