The Good, The Bad, and The Country

Nightmare

NEXT MORNING

After hearing that I was Jason's only target, Foster and I left. We headed to the Inn so that I could grab some clothes and then we headed to his house where I spent the night in his incredibly soft, and big bed.

It was currently early morning and Foster was asleep next to me, his face mere inches from mine on the pillow. I didn't sleep too well last night as I kept waking up in a panic from a dream where Jason had me pinned to a wall and he was laughing maniacally as he gloated about having killed Foster.

I knew it was just a dream but it still felt like I was trapped in the dream and like it was real, so I opted to just stay awake.

"Darlin', why aren't you sleeping?"

His eyes were still closed as he spoke, but they slowly opened after he had spoken, his face quickly morphing into worry as he looked at me.

"What's wrong?"

"How long have you been awake?" I frowned at his question which he easily noticed, and then decided to change his question.  "How long did you sleep?"

I turned my attention to the clock near us.

"Maybe... four hours?" I wasn't too sure if I was being honest because it was probably way less than that, but I wasn't going to tell him that and make him worry even more.

"What, why?" He asked to which I shrugged and avoided his gaze, only for him to gently catch hold of my chin and make me look at him. "Darlin', why didn't you sleep?"

"Nightmare," was all I managed to get out through slow, shaky breaths.

"Want to talk about it?"

"You can't talk about your dreams until after you eat otherwise they'll come true, and I really don't want this dream to come true," I said.

He chuckled softly as he climbed out of bed and took hold of my hand to help me out of bed.

"Well then, let's go feed you so that you can tell me about it. I don't like seeing you like this, Darlin'," he said with a small frown.

"Yeah, okay."

I smiled at him as I followed him into the kitchen where he sat me down on a stool and began to make us some scrambled eggs and toast with apple butter.

Once he had finished making the food and we had eaten, he led me back to his room where he shut and locked the door before moving to the bed where I had already sat down, twiddling my thumbs as I remembered the horrifyingly vivid nightmare that had plagued my dreams last night, making me close my eyes and exhale a breath.

I felt Foster's warm hand lock around one of my clammy ones, and I opened my tear-filled eyes to look into his.

"Just take a deep breath and tell me when you're ready, sound good, Darlin'?"

I nodded before letting the words fly out of my mouth.

"I-I was back on the sidewalk on the way back to the Inn. It was dark and then he...he came out of the shadows and slammed me back against the wall. He had me pinned. I couldn't move."

I stopped talking as my entire body quaked and shake as I struggled to continue with the remainder of the details.

"He can't touch you. I won't let him."

I shook my head as tears cascaded down my face as I slowly continued to shake my head from side to side.

"He-He told me that no one would save me. That I was his now, and there was nothing I could do about it because he had...he had...killed you."