Reign
Later that night, I ended up falling asleep reading a book called Cartier Cartel. I woke up to the sounds of Chris screaming. I rushed into his room and realized he was still asleep but whatever he was dreaming about has him in agony.
I ran over to his bed to wake him up.
"Chris! CHRIS! Wake up baby. C'mon. Get up." I lightly tapped his face. He woke up looking down at his shirt drenched in sweat.
He held his head down almost as if he was ashamed.
"I'll go get you a bottle of water." I ran down the hall without bothering to turn ofn the lights. I hurriedly grabbed the water and dashed back in his room. I dont do dark hallways at night. I always think its something lurking in the dark or some shit.
I passed him the cold water and he drunk half of it within one gulp.
"Are you okay?" I asked him
"Yeah." He nodded.
"Good." I didnt want to push it by asking what was really wrong. I wanted him to open up on his own. I turned around to leave the room.
"Stay." I heard him say.
"Chris I dont think —"
"Please." He asked again.
I walked over to the bed getting under the covers with him. He stood up taking his shirt off and going into the bathroom to wash his face with water.
My nerves were everywhere. Calm down Reign. Relax. Y'all just sharing the bed together. No big deal. I had to talk some sense into my own self.
He walked back in and got under the covers. He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me closer into him, cuddling me from behind.
About 20 minutes later I heard his voice again.
"I sometimes have dreams about the military. Flashbacks really. I close my eyes and see blood, friends that got killed right in front of me. Soilders, we dont get counseling. We dont get to grieve these deaths into we are officially done with the military. We are just told to keep moving. Its crazy." He chuckled a little bit.
"How so?"
"Military is similar to how I grew up in the hood. It was supposed to be a way out but it ended up being the same shit. As a black man you dont get to grieve or go through emotions of losing someone. You hear "suck that shit up" and you just gotta deal. Same in the military. You could see death, family could pass away while youre away or miss the birth of your child and if you cant get permission to leave, its "oh well". Its fucked up."
"I'm so sorry you have to relive that. You ever thought about going to therapy now that youre out?"
"You know how much therapy cost?"
"Yeah I know. But I know someone who has a therapy group just for veterans. I can give you the number and you talk to them personally."
"You'd do that for me?"
"Of course. You were there for me when I had a breakdown. Now its my turn."
"You've done more than enough."
"Yeah I know but when i said I'll help you I didn't just mean letting you stay here. I meant in every way possible. Mentally and emotionally."
He tugged at my waist letting me know he wanted me to turn to face him, so I did.
"What about physically?"
My mouth went dry and I think I started to sweat a little bit.
"Well, I, Uh.. When we both are really ready. Then yes physically.". Well played Reign.
He smirked and kissed my lips igniting that fire sensation again. He then kissed my forehead as I closed my eyes and captured his scent. This moment. Felt so right. I feel so safe with him. I started to drift off to sleep but not before I heard, "I'm yours. You just dont know it yet. But I aint leaving your life. I'm here." He whispers.
He kissed my forehead again and drifted off to sleep as a smile graced my face.
I woke up again to the sun shining bright and a loud bang on the door.
"Open up biiiiiittttccccchhhhh"
Here comes trouble.
