The Dishonorable

Nightmare

"S-STOP. pleaseeeeeee stop."

"NO please DON'T!"

Sweat dripping from his forehead on my cheek as he trails kisses along my neck.

I take the opportunity and knee him in the nuts, making him fall on the side of me. I can barely stand my legs shake as I stand tall and kick him until I'm sure he's unconscious.

I ran like hell down the out of the bunker. I ran until I couldn't see the bunker anymore, scared and hurt, my heart beating out of my chest. I ran to the gym to get help, but it was locked, and no one was around.

"Oh, you aren't going anywhere, your mine. Nobody's coming to save you. Nothing comes for free, and I'm afraid that I don't want to part with you. I've become too accustomed to you. I'm too fond of you to allow you to disappear on me, Toni." He says with a malicious smirk plastered on his face.

"No!"

"Your mine, you just need to be broke down so you can learn I'm your master and you belong to me.'

"Please," I sob. "No," my head shales back and forth in denial. "This can't be real."

My throat hurts from crying, and my body trembles.

My body felt like a vulnerability like I was missing my armor.

A quick surround of the area tells me that I'm not going to find a weapon. Anything worth using is bolted to the floor or locked inside the gym.

"You tried to leave me," he murmurs, and I freeze.

"Please, let me go. I won't tell anyone. I promise." I beg him.

He lifts his head and his shoulders tense and rolls back. A deadly twitch flickers in his eyelids. Shaking his head, a growl emanates from within him, "I'm not letting you go, your mine!"

His eyes dart back and forth, and before I can move, he lunges at me.

I sat you. I sat up in the darkness, a scream wedged in my throat, my fingers clutching the bedsheets. My body quivered slightly; my heart thrummed in my chest. Realizing that I was in my bedroom, relief washed over me. Just a nightmare, nothing more, and nothing less. I knew that it would come when I'd go to sleep; the dreams always came back when I least expected them to.

I hate myself for how easily manipulated I am, so weak.

Picking my phone from my nightstand, I saw that it was 6:00 a.m.

Looking down at my growing bump, I couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness course through my veins.

Getting up, I untangled myself from the blanket that I'd managed to tangle myself in during the night.

I walked to the bathroom, discarding my sweat covered shirt and shorts on the floor in front of me.

Putting my head under the shower, trying to clear my mind of the chaos going on inside. The dream still lingered in my mind. It was so vivid.

Finally feeling refreshed, I got out of the shower, heading to my closet. I rummaged through my wardrobe, discarding clothes all over my closet floor. After a few minutes of looking, I found a regular blue Polo shirt and black pants with ripped holes in them.

Not feeling up to doing my hair, I put it up into a simple bun.

I haven't been myself since my grandpa's birthday party. It hurts to know that Cheryl's moved on, but I'm glad she found someone that makes her happy even if it's not me.

After excusing myself from Cheryl and her fiancée, Cortez could tell something was up, so she took me outside to get some fresh air.

I explained everything to her, and she hugged me until the baby had enough and started kicking.

After standing outside for a few minutes, we made our way back inside.

My grandpa and the boys could tell something was wrong but didn't question it. They knew that when I was ready, I'd come to them.