“Chelly’s POV”
“He is coming to smash his car. He will kill him.” Eric’s crying got worse.
Which car? Who is in the car? Smashing? What was he talking about?
I pulled him back and looked at his face. Signs of fear were evident as his eyes were forcefully closed.
“Baby, open your eye.”
“Look at me, Eric.”
“It’s your dream. No one is here. There is no car. It’s you and me. Just open your eyes,” I kept pleasing until he finally opened his eyes.
“It’s just a dream. Don’t think about it. You are now awake, right? You can’t see them now, right?” I didn’t know whether the words were accurate or not. I spat not knowing how to handle the situation.
In actuality, I was talking to myself. I was comforting myself before I break down in front of Eric.
I was relieved when Eric nodded in res
