Blood. I hiss when it oozes out of my mid-section. My quivering hands reach for something sharp and heavy that’s pierced on it…an axe.
“Aaaahhhh!!!”
I gasp. Pearls of sweat stream down my skin as my hands nudge my belly as soon as I wake up. I carry my weight up and lean my back on the bed’s headboard. My muscles tremble in fear while my watery eyes examine my belly. No cuts, no blood…nothing.
'Another nightmare ah?'
My heart skips a beat or two so I close my eyes and inhale a good amount of air, hold it for a moment before exhaling it.
'It’s alright. It’s just a dream, nothing else.'
I crawl out of bed when Chaz steps out of the master’s bathroom with a towel wraps around his impressively chiseled waist and another one dangles on his neck while his hand is rubbing it against his w
