Page 53 of Nightmare

Throwing my head back, I scream with frustration.

I am so close, yet so incredibly far away.

I need more. I need to fix this.

Why won’t he let me in?

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Awarm, hard body slipsin beside me, and when a set of arms go around me and a familiar scent tickles my nose, I know it’s Leo without so much as opening my eyes. I’ve only just made it home, had a shower and gotten into bed when he decided to let himself into my apartment and crawl in with me. It’s not unusual for him to do that, especially if we’ve been fighting, which we have.

“I’m sorry, Bon,” he murmurs, pulling me closer. “I was a dick.”

Rolling to face him, I wrap my arms around his waist and press my nose into his chest, breathing him in. “Youarea dick,” I answer, groggily, “but nothing you could do would ever make me not love you.”

He squeezes me again in acknowledgment.

“So, would it be dicky of me to ask why you smell like weed?”

Moaning, I pull back and lie flat on my back. My head is beginning to pound, and I have already decided that there is no way I can ever keep up with the amount of drinking those club members do. I don’t know how they function every day, because I would be a right mess if I did that.

“I went to the club again. Those guys know how to party. I do not.”

Leo doesn’t say anything, and I know it’s probably killing him not to. He doesn’t like me going to the club, be he has also figured out by now there is nothing he can say that will stop me.

“Don’t worry,” I go on, a pathetic attempt at reassurance, “they love me around there. I’m safe, I promise.”

“They’re criminals, Bon. You know that, right?”

Yet I’ve never seen them do a single violent or illegal thing since I’ve been there, except using drugs, but that’s not something you don’t see in other places, too.

“Maybe they are, but I sure as hell don’t see any of it. They don’t scare me, Leo. They’re good to me, kind even. I like them.”

“Until you see something you can’t unsee, and then you’ll wish you listened to me.”

“Did you come here to apologize or to fight some more?” I mutter.

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