My Darling

I quickly cover my mouth with my hand.

Fuck.

I thought I was passed this…

When I was little, whenever I had a nightmare I would wake up from it and call out for my dad. I have no idea why since he was never a part of my life.

I started having nightmares every night and the same thing happened each time. Nightmare, wake up, cry for dad. Eventually, I had to go to therapy and they said that because Vic was never in my life and I had no father figure, I was starting to get dependent on this perfect imagine of a father I had stuck in my head that had developed along the way.

I got help and got passed it but here I was once again, crying out for my father.

“Max?!” I hear Vic yell from wherever he was and quick footsteps. Not one second later, Vic was running in my room. I saw him and just broke down crying.

“Help me!” I say to him and hold out my arms. He quickly ran over to me and brought me into a hug.

I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly and cried into his neck while he was running his hand down my back soothingly.

“You’re okay. Everything’s going to be okay.” He whispered in my ear and I just nodded.

The reason the nightmares kept coming when I was a child was because no matter how many times I called, my dad never came. But here he was now. Holding me, telling me everything is going to be okay.

Soon enough, I had calmed down and Vic was still cradling me in his arms and right now, that’s exactly what I needed. But Vic pulled away all too soon and looked me in the eyes.

“Are you okay now?” He asked softly and I just nod. “What happened?”

I just shook my head ‘no’. I didn’t feel like talking about my nightmare. Hell, I didn’t even want to talk at all!

Vic nodded and brought me back into a hug. My eyelids started to get heavy. Finally, I slipped them closed and drifted into a dreamless sleep.

I woke up and was greeted with a blinding light.

I groan and shut my eyes. I have a horrible headache right now. I can literally feel my brain pounding against my scull.

Once the pain subsided a bit, I sit up from my bed and grab my glasses that somehow ending up on the floor. I get up from my bed and walk to my door, cracking it a bit. After a couple of seconds, I open the door wider and slip through.

I quickly walk down the stairs. Once I reach the bottom, I walk over to the living room and see Tony sitting on the couch watching Star Wars. I make a stink face before walking over to him.

“Hey.” I say and he turns his head to face me.

“Oh, hey.” He says back and smiles.

I climb over the couch and sit next to him.

“Ugh. How could you like this?” I groan and he shoots me a glare before playfully nudging me.
He turns his attention back to the TV and I just stare into space.

I really miss my mom. I wish she was here. I hate how she has to leave every six months. It’s six months of paranoia, restless sleep and no eating just for a six months that feel like six seconds until it starts all over again! I really don’t know how long I have left until I break.

I hear Tony sigh, bringing me out of my thoughts. I turn my head to him and see that he’s turned off the TV. Thank. God.

“Come on.” He says and stands up, reaching out a hand for me to take, which I did. He pulls me up and drags me towards the door.

“Tony what are you doing?” I giggle.

“Going on an adventure!” He shouts.

“But I’m still in my clothes from yesterday!” I laugh.

“Oh, you look fine!” He says and runs out the door, dragging me with him.

Notes

I just want to say that yes. THIS IS A SHORT AS FUCK CHAPTER BUT I NEED TO SAY SOMETHING.

Sooooo... This story is going on a hiatus. OH, SHUT UP AND LET ME EXPLAIN. In hiatus I mean, I just won't update right when the chapter is written like I usually do. I'm going to write the rest of the story now and post it all when I've written the very last word.

I'd also like to say that there will be a sequel okay bYE.