On a scream, I woke up from the nightmare I had. I was panting hard, and my body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. My chest was aching, and my heart was beating rapidly. I saw Nick get up from the chair in the corner of my room, and I shook my head, telling him not to come closer.
This is the third night I have woken up like this, and I had the same nightmare every time. It was like the night three days ago was replaying in my dreams, memory for memory. It wasn't the gunshot in my shoulder that was the hardest part; it was the moment I realized Nick had betrayed me.
I took calming breaths as I calmed myself down, rubbing my palm on my chest to alleviate the pain there. Nick stood watching me with a concerned look. I think he hated that I woke up like this, knowing it was his fault.
