Rogue Undecided

~•~Chapter Thirty~•~

I was afraid.

Pulling the curtains shut around the large windows, I felt my heart beat straight through my chest as panic started to set in.

He was going to find me.

There was no point in hiding, but my scattered brain wasn't thinking logically. Sitting in the far corner of my living room, I felt the tears come to life. Is this what my parents felt when they died? The approaching terror in their hearts as they knew that it was too late. Did they cry like I am now?

No, I realized. They didn't cry. They were dead before tears had a chance to form.

The pounding on my front door grew louder and louder as the beast became furious. I pressed myself further into the corner, but it was useless. He was coming in, and all I could do was wait.

Did my parents think of me before they died? Did they think of the little blonde haired, blue eyed girl that they had sworn to protect? Did it even dawn on them that they had failed?

I would be meeting my parents soon, so it seems. Maybe then I would find answers to my burning questions.

"Mom...Dad," I whispered, "I hope that you've saved a spot for me in Hell."

And that's when Drake busted down the door.

~•~

I was freezing.

Not the type of freezing that could be cured by a fuzzy blanket or a pair of slippers. No, I was cold on the inside. The type of cold that accompanies the suffocating sense of dread. The one that can never be cured. As I stared up at the moon, I felt the cold fingers of dread spread through my body.

He was watching me.

It's been a week since Thayer has woken up from his coma, and progress is slow. We had to build his strength up slowly before he was able to walk. His hand-eye coordination was still lacking, and he wasn't able to shift in any way. Patience, the doctor said, His healing will take time.

I've never been a patient person.

As soon as the doctor left the room, I was grilling Thayer about the attack. What do you remember? Where did it happen? Do you remember any faces?

Thayer's memory had been wiped clean, however, which means that he is as useless now has he was in the coma.

Our men has been savagely hunting for Drake, desperate for any sort of lead. They turn up empty handed every time.

I could feel him getting closer, and the sensation was suffocating.

"Farrah," Thayer whispered. "What are you doing? Come back to bed."

Hearing Thayer's voice reminded me of my nightmare, which was the whole reason that I was up at this ungodly hour. It seems girly, but I was afraid to fall back asleep. The nightmares that have been haunting me for the past week have become more brutal, and the thought of laying down in bed has become terrifying.