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My past, a nightmare I had fervently tried to escape, was unraveling before me in the most horrifying manner imaginable. His cold smile and chilling gaze continued to bore into me, a brutal testament to the man he has always been since he became my husband. I felt the walls I had carefully constructed around me crumble as the reality of my situation crashed down upon me. This was not a bad dream, but a terrifying reality. My worst nightmare had returned, and I was caught in its cruel grasp. His voice sliced through the thick air between us like a knife, a chilling confirmation that this was not some horrific hallucination. It was as if a final nail had been hammered into my coffin, affirming

If were alone together I don’t trust myself, I don’t trust him. Tomorrow is going to be a nightmare. A/N drop a gem, like or comment if you enjoyed this chapter xx

And what had I done? I'd looked at myself in the mirror, hating the flicker of fear in my eyes, hating myself for even acknowledging its existence and I'd slipped the second pill into my mouth, letting it rest there on my tongue, taunting the fear in the mirror. Fuck you , I'd thought. And down it went, sticking slightly in my throat on its way. Actually fuck you , Brogan. And so here it was. The rebellion. My body hitting me hard with the counter-punch. Swift. Hard. Making me see things that weren't real. Things that couldn't be real.

I said, brushing away strands of hair from my face. "Nightmares do not make wolves sound like they're dying. This…sounded as though you were fighting for your life. Tell me, what was it?" His expression stiffened as his brows pulled into a frown. I looked at him, but the look in his eyes told me he would not let this go. I sighed and shifted against the bed while he settled beside me. "Would you believe me if I told you some nightmares are memories?” Dominic's brows knitted together in confusion.

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

I shaked violently,as soon as I did, I felt him pour in me. He rolled off me ,mye became blurry.. "I love you Michael"I told him exhaustedly. I thought he didn't hear me...I just fell into a deep slumber. "I love you Natty" I heard him say but I was already asleep.

I asked, squinting my eyes trying to get a glimpse of the stranger. “Oh please I know more than your name bunny, I know everything about you” he said taking two more steps. “So you are a stalker then, how long have you been stalking me?” I panicked as I took more steps back. “I’m not a stalker bunny, I’m your nightmare” the voice said and just like the wind he disappeared into the shadows like he was never there, my heart sank into my stomach as his last words echoed in my head. I’m your nightmare.

" Imani: Why? My grandchild is guaranteed the best education, and we're close to him as we've always wanted; you see your children every day, even if it's just at school. What's so awful about that? Imani is right, and it turns out that I've never fooled this astute old man. To escape his persistence, I took the medicine he brought and lay down. I didn't sleep, or at least not peacefully. The nightmares were more painful than waking hours, filled with Miley and my children's hatred and rejection, their efforts to push me away so great that I couldn't even hear what they said. Yet it doesn't go beyond that. The worst part of a nightmare isn't the terror or pain, nor the desperation to wake;

DAVID'S POV CONT. "The truth is that you haven't lost your memory. This is just you living one life not a doubled life don't listen to whatever people say. Always remember that this is you and you alone not a doubled life okay." Stella nods her head obediently but then remembers her dream and frowns, "Why that frown what happened." "What of my constant nightmare everything looks so real and just recently I found a necklace that looks exactly like the one I saw in my dream today but the only problem is that i couldn't see their faces. What if the dream is real, what if..." " There is no what if here darling not every dream is real some are due to tiredness or overthinking okay. So enough of t

“Which checks out—since you’re just a pretty little cunt with daddy issues.” Crack. The back of my hand slammed across his mouth so hard his head jerked sideways. I stepped into him, eyes locked on his, and my voice low and shaking. “Wrong,” I whispered. “I’m your worst fucking nightmare.” His lip split, but he only laughed like a maniac. I’d met his kind before—men who fed on fear, one who didn’t break with pain. But even monsters had a threshold. And I knew exactly where to find his.