Davie woke, he didn’t know how much later. Or he thought he did.
Someone was yelling obscenities at him, calling him a little fag. Then hands grabbed him, throwing him on the bed. He tried to fight back, punching and scratching at the man, begging him to leave him alone.
One of the punches landed and he heard, “Davie, it’s me. It’s okay. You’re safe.”
His eyes flew open. Vin was sitting beside him, his expression filled with concern. Gently, he took Davie’s hands. “He’s not here. It was a dream. A nightmare.”
“It was so…” Davie began to shake, tears rolling down his cheeks.
Vin wiped them away then pulled him up into a loose embrace. “You scared the hell out of me. For a minute I thought someone was in here, attacking you.”
“He was. I mean, in my dream. It was happening just the way
