Chapter ten.

Another pang of bullet hit my skin. It hurt hard, but I had to take it. I tousled in bed and pushed my comforter. He was coming for me. I knew he was.

Running with a sickle was a man dressed in black. He always came for me, ready to rip my soul. I'd fidget and try to run, but most times, this man was more powerful. Then, I'd wake up dripping in sweat, panicking like a wounded dog, my comforter long gone, thrown to the floor by my constant turning.

I sat up and tried to collect myself together. Nightmares never left my nightlife from when I was little. I always suffered a bad dream, with that man always at my back.

Whenever I was awake, I couldn't go back to sleep. I picked up my phone and stared at it. I logged in to I*******m and viewed almost all of Megan's pictures. It was taken at the mall, her friends trying to suggest to her which clothes to try.

I sighed. That wasn't who I wanted as a wife.

I saw that Zina was online and I scrolled down to check what the time was. I th