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“Don’t ever give up on us,” I said, in between kisses.
“Never,” he growled, deepening the kiss, reminding me that I wasn't alone anymore. I’d always have them, even during the hard days, but I had a feeling that we had a lot of hard days ahead of us.
“Mommy!”
They held me down as another man took the previous man's place. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol made my eyes water as a large man leaned on me.
“So pretty.”
I gagged as he pet my back and the sound of a zipper and laughter echoed.
“Please,” I cried.
“Beg, I love when they beg.”
Hands slid up my legs as I tried to move but too many people were holding me down and…
“Ally.”
“Wake up.”
“It’s just a dream.”
I woke up screaming, hands were holding me and I pushed them away, scrambling away till my back hit a solid surface.
“It’s just us.” The triplets held their hands up.
My heart pounded as I looked around the room, my brain was sluggish as I realized I wasn’t back in that room where Kris used to keep me for his “Poker Night”.
It was the second night this week that I had had a nightmare about my past except this time, I remembered what I had dreamt about. The feeling of being held down made me shiver and it seemed I woke up the triplets this time.
“Are you ok?” Maverick asked softly.
“Y-yeah.” My voice was raw from screaming.
Ruger got up from thebed and left the room abruptly as Winchester and Maverick stayed.
“Want to talk about it?” Winchester asked.
“You want to hear how I was passed around during Kris’s poker nights when I was younger?” I whispered, hugging my legs to my chest.
“Give us names and we can bring their heads on a platter for you,” Maverick said, a gleam in her eyes.
“I wasn’t privy to names, and I was usually held down,” I said, as Rugger came back into the room.
He had a water bottle and a cup of tea along with a few snacks.
“Chamomile,” he grunted, leaving the cup on the nightstand and opening the water bottle before he handed it to me.
I nodded, grabbing the water bottle and taking a few sips.
“You need anything else?” Ruger asked.
I shook my head, feeling vulnerable that they saw me at my weakest, but I didn’t want them to leave just yet.
“Have you seen Christmas Vacation?” Maverick grabbed the remote to my TV and turned it on.
“No, I haven’t,” I said, as Winchester and Ruger got on the bed too.
