Chapter 13
The dreams had been strange, something about a fight, a lot of noise, and then black. After that other dreams had come and gone, dreams that made no sense, dreams that felt more like a bad trip then a peaceful night sleep. A few times he’d felt pain so strong he could have sworn it was real. The pain was accompanied by visions of leering, laughing faces, faces that looked so familiar but he could put no names to them. The men those faces belonged to were the ones hurting him until he wanted to scream. But dreams couldn’t hurt. He knew that.
Still, as he opened his eyes, he had to admit that his entire body was sore and that his vision was blurry. Oh God, did I black out again? Was I in a car accident? He closed his eyes again and took a few deep breaths. His chest hurt. He ope
