(Lena’s POV).
“No! Argh!” A piercing scream ripped through the silence, my own voice jolting me awake.
I was drenched in sweat, my sheets tangled around my legs as I gasped for air. My chest rose and fell erratically, my body trembling.
The remnants of the nightmare clung to me like a suffocating fog—Jenna’s cruel laughter, the sharp pain of their hands gripping me, the cold, suffocating darkness of the locker.
My fingers dug into the mattress as I tried to shake the memories away.
The door burst open, and Lucas was there in an instant, his eyes scanning the room like he expected an attacker to jump out of the shadows. His gaze finally landed on me, concern etched deep in his features.
“Lena,” he breathed, stepping closer. “What’s wrong?”
I wanted to tell him. I wanted to let the
