Keira's POV
I stood up panting heavily like a deer panting for water. I was drenched in my own sweat, choked by my own Saliva, with my eyes moving crazily in their sockets, trying to figure out where I was.
It was few minutes after I had woken up that I realized it was dream all along.
Damn! How could dreams be so real like this?
Getting the whole picture out of my head made my head ache crazily like mad, so I adjusted my bed spread and restructured my seat, before I allowed myself drown in the ocean of my dream.
The more I explored the fight scene, the crazier it drove my nuts. It got more crazier and tormenting when it got to the part where a body was lieing lifelessly in his own blood, and stupid Makayla saying the dead body is my dad's.
Why would she say the dead body is my dad's
