Page 84 of Nightmare

All different ways, every possible way. In some dreams he raped me again, in some dreams he didn’t get that far before I was ending his life. A gun, a knife, my bare hands. No matter the way I did it, I could breathe easy again once he blew out his last breath.

The moment I crack my eyes open in the morning, I feel sick to my stomach. Sick at the thought that I enjoyed the dreams so much.

Room spinning, I stretch to reach where the discarded blankets are wrapped around my feet and pull them up to cocoon myself in them. I’m not ready to get up just yet. I’m not ready to face the day.

I close my eyes again, pulling the blanket over my head, returning to last night. Travis opened up to me, let me see all his broken and crooked pieces, and I somehow fell even harder for him.

I never needed him to be perfect or flawless. I never wanted someone who was smooth around the edges and had no issues. Because that isn’t fucking real. His broken matches mine, maybe in a completely different way, but it fits. We’ve both been through some shit, but isn’t that what makes it work?

When you touch the shards of someone’s soul and don’t get cut, but find yourself fitting your own broken pieces to theirs?

We’re a pair of half souls, and together we’re whole.

And together, we’re going to slay our demons.

I’m yanked out of my own head when my phone starts ringing on the nightstand. I grab it, seeing Summer’s name lighting up my screen and accept the call.

“Hello best friend.” I greet her and she sighs into the phone.

“I can barely walk, and Jaxson has decided we’re all having breakfast, where are you?” She asks.

“Wait, why can’t you walk?” I laugh, moving around on the bed so I’m sitting up on the headboard.

“Are you kidding? You saw Mac’s dick.” She says like I’m an idiot and I spit out a laugh. “Anyways, back to breakfast. Where are you?”

“I’m at Travis’s.” I answer, then I hear footsteps through the phone before the bedroom door flies open to my left, Summer standing there with her phone pressed against her ear.

“Hi.” I greet her, ending the call, tossing my phone back on the nightstand. “Welcome.” I wave my hands in front of me, inviting her to join me in my blanket fort. She grins before launching herself onto the bed, her force making me bounce a little.

I thread my fingers into her hair, and she nuzzles her head onto my shoulder, snuggling underneath the heavy comforter, “Good morning.”

I play with her hair, and she sighs a little, “I will assume that you and T-dog have kissed and made up?”

I pull back and eye her, “T-dog?”

She shrugs, “I’m workshopping some nicknames.”

I laugh, the movement making my entire body shake. She groans, closing her eyes, pressing down on me further to make me still.

I lace my fingers in her hair again, leaning my head on top of hers, “Yes, we made up.”

The room falls silent for a minute, then she’s wiggling from underneath me, sitting up so she can look at me, “And?”

I look at her, “And what?”

She rolls her eyes, annoyed with my lack of details, then Travis appears in the doorway, looking delicious in a tight black tee and some basketball shorts, his tattooed leg on display.

I point a finger at him, “You tattooed your leg.”

He nods, humming through his lips, “I did, pretty girl.”

The portion of his leg that I can see is completely covered in ink, leading under the socks on his feet. It’s a mix of flowers and the swirls of the mandala art I found on his desk the first night we…you know.

“Take your pants off.” I say when he reaches me, pressing his lips to my forehead.

He chokes on a laugh and looks at me like I have three heads, “I think Summer already has enough dick to handle, but I appreciate the offer, baby.”

Summer snorts from where she’s watching us, and I slap Travis’s arm, “No, idiot, I want to see the whole tattoo.”

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