Nadia Washington spent majority of her life in an overly strict household, being the last child, her parents wanted to protect her from the world and keep her home as long as possible.
One day, Nadia decides that she no longer wants to live that lif...
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I couldn't sleep. It seemed as if every time I closed my eyes the images of that night haunt my memory. The only solution was to not sleep.
I laid in bed looking at the ceiling trying to think of just about anything—anything that would get my mind of off sleep.
Sighing I grabbed my phone hoping to distract myself.
That's when I was interrupted by my door slowly opening and in tip-toed Nadia, who was supposed to be sleeping in the guest room next door.
"What are you doing here?" I whispered
"I wanted to snuggle" she whispered back as she walked around to the unoccupied side of the bed and climbed in
"No Nadia you're gonna get me in trouble" I whisper yelled "your Dad actually likes me and I'd like to keep it that way"
"Don't worry I'll be back over there before they wake up" she shrugged
"Nadia No-" I warned
"Shh, go to sleep Hunter" she said nuzzling herself to my side as her eyes closed shut
Letting out a breath, I put my phone back on the night stand and watched Nadia drift off to sleep
She looked so cute and peaceful as she slept.
Maybe if I just shut my eyes, I'll be able to get an hour in.
But that didn't last long—it never lasted long as I was awoken from the memories once again. Every time was a different scenario, but the same out come—blood everywhere.
I waited a couple minutes making sure Nadia was in a deep slumber before climbing out of bed carefully putting my warm pillow in replacement of me. After carefully doing that, I quietly snuck out of the room and heading down the stairs toward the kitchen.
Reaching the door way of the kitchen, I saw the light was on and the refrigerator door open as someone seemingly rummaged through it.
Clearing my throat I got the attention of the rummager— Nadia's father.
"Oh, uh...hi" he said startled
Well this is...awkward.
"I guess we are both doing the same thing" I laughed lightly pointing at the sandwich in his hand
"I get hungry at night, I apologize" he said, guilt written all over his face as he moved away from the fridge
"It's fine actually" I reassured "you're Nadia's family, have at it"
