“ Ah,” Eloise yelped as she sprang up from her nightmare. Her knees immediately pulled up to her chest as she clutched her arms around her knees, burying her head against her knees.
Panting, drenched in sweat, tears pooling out of her eyes. Eloise sobbed silently.
The nightmare wasn't over. It’s getting more terrifying, a ticking reminder of her pain, of the desperation for death that washed over her, her pounding heart against her chest, the cold that washes down her veins when she was slapped with the truth.
No matter how many weeks had passed, she could never live past those feelings. Like they've become a permanent scar on her chest, igniting the hatred over and over again.
Her mind drifted back to Antonio, and her heart sank at the evil thought that crossed her mind.
‘ Killing Ma
