Love at Divergent High

Nightmares

Love at Divergent High

Chapter 57: Nightmares

I wake up to the sound of Tobias crying and screaming, “NO! LEAVE ME ALONE! LET GO OF ME!” he is kicking his legs around as well. I sit up and start shaking him awake.

“Tobias, wake up. Tobias!” I say loudly. Trying to get him to wake up.

He jumps awake and looks at me, scared. He wraps his arms around me and cries into my shoulder.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be this weak.” He says.

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s not your fault. It’s okay to be weak sometimes.” I tell him.

It has been five days since he came home and he has had nightmares every night. I am now five weeks pregnant.

I look at the clock and it reads ‘2:46’.

“Do you wanna try and get some more sleep?” I ask him when he’s calmed down.

“I don’t think I can.” He says.

“Tobias, you have to sleep.” I tell him.

“I’m scared.” He says. I honestly hate seeing him like this. He’s so vulnerable, and scared, and weak. I hate Marcus for doing this to him.

“I know. It’s okay, though, I’m here. I’m not going to leave you. He can’t hurt you anymore, I promise.” I say.

“Okay. I’ll get some sleep.” He says, wrapping his arm around me as tight as he can.

“Goodnight Tobias, I love you.” I say.

“I love you, too, Tris. Goodnight.” He says before closing his eyes and drifting into sleep.

I watch him as he sleeps, not being able to sleep myself. I hate seeing him like this. It kills me to see him like this. What sort of a father does this to his only child? Marcus doesn’t deserve to be a dad. Marcus doesn’t deserve to live. I hope he suffers in that prison, I hope he burns in hell.

I watch him for an hour before gently crawling out of his arms and leaving the room as quietly as I can. I walk down the stairs and walk into the kitchen, I decide to make myself a hot chocolate before walking into the living room to see Zeke sitting on the sofa, watching something quietly on TV.

He looks up at me and smiles, I smile back before sitting on the sofa, placing my hot drink on the coffee table and pulling my legs up to my chest.

“How is he?” He asks.

“Scared, vulnerable, terrified of sleeping.” I answer. “I hate seeing him like this. It kills me inside. I-I just don’t know what to do.” A tear falls down my cheek and Zeke embraces me. I cry into him.