The Tormented Soul

Aleera's POV

I am half asleep and could feel the warmth around my body. I could also feel some weird

heaviness that I never felt before. This was a really nice night I was able to sleep the whole night. I kept my eyes closed. I didn't want to wake up, this was so nice and I was so comfortable when I felt something breath on my neck.

I opened my eyes and I looked down at my waist and I could see an arm. I thought to myself, ‘what the hell is that doing there and whose arms is it?’ I could then smell the aroma of strawberries and chocolate. I moved my head just a little bit so I could look behind me and I saw Darius. Why was he here and why is he holding me? I took a hold of the duvet close to my chest so that I could move away from him. As I moved away I must have woken him up because when I looked back he was awake. He looked at me and he probably saw the fear that crossed my face.

He put his arms up in surrender and I took a breath.

"Alea, you don't need to be scared I know this probably looks weird to you but I promise I did not do anything to you."

"What are you doing in here?" I asked him with a scared voice.

"You had a nightmare last night and was screaming so bad that you woke up the whole packhouse. People thought that we were under attack. You asked me to stay here with you."

He took a breath and then continued.

make weird sounds like your mind and your dreams were being haunted so that's why I

held the duvet to my chest covering me while I looked down trying to remember what I was dreaming about last night but I couldn’t remember it at all. I was so deep in my own thoughts trying to figure out my

I said because I did not hear

said, you don't remember

I answer

moving his thumb up and down sending

here. Get them off me.’ Who were

don't want to talk about it." I told him and turned away from him so he

start doing it now? He said that I made sounds and it sounded to him that my dreams and my mind were being haunted. The reasonable explanation for that

my arm and pulled my legs closer to my chest and my arms around my legs. I leaned my face to my knees that was under the duvet and I could feel that I was crying and that the

name a couple of times before I

trust in us and tell

don't know where the need to tell him something came from but suddenly I had the courage to say something about how I

tell you that I feel numb throughout my body. I don't trust anyone, especially men. After all these years I have been treated badly and it feels like I am dead inside. I am afraid that I will go through that again. Everytime I

took a breath and