The Urban Daily

Chapter 16

Chance in the multimedia. Kimberly in the external link.

Chance

"Daddy, I can't sleep. Wake up."

Following the soft voice, I felt a slight dip in the bed as I felt somebody quickly moving across it, stopping at the head of the bed. Having the feeling that it was Kimberly, I reached over to my nightstand and switched the lamp on.

"Yes baby?" I asked just above a whisper, turning over on my side to face her. Her hair was going in each and every direction and was no longer in a ponytail, her night gown was twisted on her body and she was wearing a slight pout on her face as she repeatedly rubbed her eyes with her fists.

"Can I sleep in here with you tonight? I don't want to sleep in there by myself." She mumbled, removing her hands from her eyes. "I'm scared."

Closing mines, I ran a hand down my face, sighing tiredly. "Kimmie, you've been sleeping in here all week. What is it that you don't like about sleeping in your own room? You begged me to get that Princess bed and now thatchu' got it, you ain't trying to sleep in it. Tell me what's the problem."

She opened her mouth to say something, but closed it as her bottom lip started to tremble, indicating that she was about to cry.

"I had another bad dream." She told me, a tear falling from her eyelid. "A bunch of mean guys were chasing me and I fell and scraped my knee. It hurt so much." She held on to her knee as if she was pain. Frowning, I removed her hand and lifted her gown to display her knee, seeing that it was perfectly fine.

She sniffled and continued on. "They were wearing these big, scary masks and they were trying to hurt me with a big knife. You wasn't there to save me Daddy. I tried calling out your name, b-but you didn't come and help me. Why?" She questioned.

As more tears escaped her eyes, I felt my chest tighten a bit, pulling her into my lap. She cried into my chest as I held her tightly, rocking her back and forth to help calm her down. "Shh, calm down. I promise I'm not going to let anybody get to you, alright?" Continuing to cry and sniffle, she wiped her face with my t-shirt.

This had been the third time this week Kimmie has had waken me up in the middle of the night because of a bad dream she's had. The first two nights I thought nothing of it, passing it off as a harmless bad dream that little kids had every now and then. Now that this was third night straight, I was starting to get concerned, seeing as that the first two didn't bring Kimmie to tears like this one did.

Just seeing how shaken up and terrified she was put me on edge and I wanted to know why she was having these dreams. She wasn't allowed to watch scary movies and since I was a big fan of them, I made sure not to watch them when she wasn't around so that couldn't have been the case. The more and more I continued to wreck my mind over it, the more it drove me insane that I couldn't figure out exactly what was wrong with her.

It had to been about thirty minutes later until I finally put my thoughts to rest, feeling all drained of energy to even do any more thinking. I looked down at Kimmie, who had now fallen asleep on my chest and picked her up, lying her down beside me. Pulling the covers over her body, I kissed her on the forehead, noticing that she still had a slight frown on her face. That was something she did as a baby, so it didn't both me as much.

Saying a quick prayer, I switched the lamp back off and drifted off to sleep.

"That's him right there." Ashton and Cullen spoke in unison, pointing to the group of men that were surrounding the exit of The Midnight 8, a well known strip club in the area. My gaze followed in the direction of their fingers, immediately seeking out a large, built, dark skinned man that was leaning against the wall. He was dressed down in an all royal blue and white striped Adidas track suit with a pair of black Adidas slides.