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And I mean, they literally freaked.
I thought Aunt was with the monster and I hit her. I screamed and cursed at her. I didn’t stop until Uncle locked her out of the room.
When I regained my consciousness, Aunt wouldn’t stop asking me what I saw. She had a horrified sick look on her face like she was going to throw up. In the morning, they took me to Dr Khan and I had therapy sessions for almost six months.
Since then, I’ve been avoiding nightmares, or at least, the strong crippling ones that seem so… real.
For two years, I never bothered Aunt and Uncle with my nightmares even when I needed a shoulder to cry on. Even when what I saw — what I felt — scared the hell out of me.
It’s strange that Aiden, my tormentor and bully, fills the role no one did.
How can he be the shoulder I cry on?
Still gripping his T-shirt, I stare up at him. His brows are drawn together over the stormiest colour I’ve ever seen his eyes. His features are closed with deep concern.
My breath hitches.
Who thought there would be a day where Aiden King would be worried about me?
I should feel self-conscious for the ugly crying or hate the vulnerability I just showed him. Hell, my face must be chaos right now.
“Hey,” I say over hiccoughs.
His hand doesn’t stop caressing my back while his other hand lifts my chin. He searches my eyes as if looking for something.
Or someone.
“Do you feel better?” His voice is firm, but it’s not harsh.
Some unshed tears rim in my eyes as I nod.
“Did I trigger that by coming through the balcony?” he asks carefully.
“I already had the nightmare when you came so I was triggered before.”
“By what?”
“I don’t know.” My head hurts and I want nothing more than to sleep.
I push the idea away as fast as it came. What if the nightmare returns?
“Are your nightmares always triggered?” Aiden is still holding my jaw, making me stare into his unyielding eyes.
For some reason, they’re not intruding as usual, they’re just… curious. Caring even.
Maybe that’s why I confide in him. “Yes. Dr Khan always tells me to stay away from anything that can serve as a trigger.”
“Such as?” Aiden prompts.
“Candles. Basements. Dim, red light. Deep water such as pools, beaches, and lakes. Sleeping in the dark.” I don’t even know how Dr Khan got the list, maybe it’s from the scraps of nightmares I’ve told him.
My lips part and I stumble to my feet. “The black car!”
Aiden follows me, staring at me as if I’m about to have the episode again.
“The black car,” My voice breaks. “Is there still a black car parked across the street?”
“No.”
