I watched as she ran into the bathroom. Seeing her crying like that was making me feel out of control. I didn’t like feeling out of control. I wanted to fix it, and she wasn’t letting me help her. I paced around the room for a minute, trying to figure out if I should leave or wait for her to come back out. I had never seen anything like that. She was screaming and crying in her sleep, yelling no. I sat down on the edge of the bed, running my fingers through my hair. Did she almost say her step mom hit her? Did she just mean in the dream, or had it really happened, and was it why she was having the nightmares. Whatever it was, she was clearly upset. I waited a few more minutes and then walked over lightly knocking on the bathroom door. "Miss Fontaine? Are you ok?" I heard the sink turn on.
