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-I'll fight my fears, Jay, I'll do it for you -I walked over and sat to the side across from him- I promise you my monsters won't defeat me. I realized that what he said was true, I had died in my sleep, one of my fears was to sleep and be trapped in one of my nightmares, not knowing what was real or not. This thing I was living was like a very bad nightmare. And there were monsters lurking: Death, damned souls, and God knows what else I'd be about to discover. Once upon a time a girl was trapped in a nightmare with many monsters to face, Once upon a time a girl was afraid of the dark, demons were about to cross over.

"Emma, I saw the video of Hunter fighting last night. What happened? Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine, Freddie. And don't ask me to go to the Aftershock auditions today. I am not feeling well." Freddie, of all people, understands teen parties. He practically encourages me to attend them for fame, followers, and friends. The three 'Fs' I am supposed to care about. Freddie never thinks about the fourth 'F' for fuck. As in, I don't give a fuck today, Freddie. "Okay, I will let Model Perfect know you aren't feeling well. What are we sick with today?"

Somehow, Freddy wasn’t that angry, he laughed quietly, it wasn’t a joyous laugh, from the look in his eyes, it was pure evil laughter. “You’re really a strong one for being conscious after receiving Hatake’s nab, it was meant to take you out instantly, but I’m happy you’re still conscious to hear me,” Freddy started, he took out another marijuana from his inner jacket pocket and lighted it up before he continued.

Freddy knew who I am and what I am, but he seems to be un bothered and he's still living peacefully deep inside the forest with his animal friends. "Oh how I missed my sweet Angel! Freddy, can I have the key please? I want to cuddle my Sweet little Angel! I missed her so much!" I plead and Freddy tossed me a spare of key. I quickly unlocked the cage and dipped myself into the pool, looking at my sweet angel.

FREYA 18 * * My body jerked awake from the nightmare. He had succeeded in visiting my dreams again. I could still almost hear his cruel laughter. In the dream, I had given birth to a baby. He had snatched the infant from me and had produced a wicked-looking knife to slit my throat. My job was done, he was going to send me to hell. My fingers still trembled as I switched on the bedside lamp, causing light to flood the room. I palmed my abdomen through the silky materials of my nightie.

Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything. Sometimes, Juana didn't see anything at all, sometimes she saw good things, but most times, she had nightmares. When her granny called to ask about her dream the night after she saw something about avocados, Juana refused to tell her about it because it involved someone dying. The person was dying. Not dead. She didn't want to imagine any of her parents or even her granny dying, when she tried to, the imagination hurt her so much she got bad headaches. Juana felt like telling someone about it, talking to someone about her whole life, but she wanted a neutral person because

When she was done, she gave a small curtsy and flipped the switches before slipping out of the room, closing the door softly behind her. I sank onto the bed, feeling the plush sheets rise around me, warm and comforting. The scent of lavender drifted through the air. For the first time that night, I exhaled. But the calm didn’t last long. The door creaked open again. Freddy stepped inside. He was dressed down now in a simple white lounge shirt and dark pyjama pants. His hair was damp and tousled, falling slightly over his forehead. He looked softer. And I could see his face, thanks to the soft rays of the moon coming in from the window.

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

These men are deranged, I drag my hand down my face as the door opens and in comes Fran with the baby. “What have I missed?” she asks, looking between us all. “Our Luna has fucking super powers” Trent says, looking like a big kid. “So wait a minute, I'll tell you about an impending war, a crazy grandad and everything else but super powers is what you tell her first?” He nods with a big grin, fuck sake this is going to be a long ass life with this pair of man childs. Fran laughs, handing me the baby. I hold it like a sack of potatoes; I mean what do I know about these tiny creatures. Clay laughs at me, coming cover he takes the child from me, feeling relieved I smile at him.

Suddenly, the sweet, familiar scent of Freddy's expensive perfume reached my nostrils, and for a second, a slight smile appeared on my lips, as if everything could be resolved with a simple conversation. “Freddy, where are you?” I whispered as I opened my bedroom door. But what I saw next was something I could never have imagined. My eyes widened as the scene materialized before me with brutal clarity. Freddy was standing next to the bed, his pants partially pulled up, while a girl moaned over and over as he lifted her dress.