It started at the salad bar

Chapter four

*Dream*

I'm all alone.
I'm in a dark forest.
I'm running.

Why am I running?

I can't slow down my breathing comes out in pants. sweat trickles down my face.

I run for my life, but I don't understand what's happening.

Why can't I stop?

I come upon a meadow.

It's dark and overgrown with weeds. It looks like it used to be a happy place.

Used to.

I hear my mom's screams, my dad's soon join. I look all around me. They're everywhere. Surrounding me.

"No!" I shout. i hear leaves rustling.

What's happening?

"Leave me alone!" I scream not sure what else to do. Then he comes out.

He's smirking. He's holding the bloody knife that I watched him use to murder my parents.

"Why?" I feel tears dampen my cheeks.

"You can't escape me" he doesn't answer my question. he comes closer raising his knife.

I do the only reasonable thing,

I scream bloody murder. Which is ironic considering that's what will happen to me.

"What do you want from me?!" I cry.

"Evie wake up!

He faded away just as the knife was about to reach me.

*end of dream*

My eyes shoot open and I realize that I'm sweating, crying, and shaking. It isn't anything new though.

I'm pulled into Damon's warm embrace, and I cry. I just let it all out. Like I did with Dave. It seems to be around midnight.

"What happened?" Damon asks.

"T-terrible th-things." I stutter still silently crying.

"Shhh. I won't let anyone hurt you" I look into his eyes for a lie, but don't find one. Is it bad to trust your adultnapper?

Screw it. I'm already broken.

"I will never let you sleep alone again. I'm sorry" he whispers.

"Don't be" I manage to mumble as my eyes droop.

I fall asleep in Damon's arms as he rocks me slowly. I hope I didn't wake anyone.
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~Morning~

I wake up cradled in Damon's arms. I'm about to scream about personnel space when I remember last night.

What could be so dangerous about him?

He's like a gigantic teddy bear.

And he didn't push me into telling him what happened. Although he probably will ask soon.

I grab my purse off a stand by the bed- which is hard considering we're in the middle of this kingsized bed-, and take my phone out.

9:15

Shite! Forty-five more minutes!

I take a deep breath and scream with all my might....

"Damon!" when I don't get a reaction I start from a new approach. "We only have forty-five more minutes, Shitbrick!!!!!!"