Dawn
“No, no, please. No more. I"ll tell you. Please.” I wake to Drew talking in his sleep. His head jerks from side to side and he"s breathing heavily. I push back my blanket and climb out of bed. I walk around Gabby"s bed and start shaking Drew, trying to wake him.
“Drew, wake up.” His eyes pop open wildly.
“Dawn,” he sighs.
“Were you having a nightmare?” I whisper.
“I was back in Texas.” He pushes himself up. I cringe as I realize what that means. In his dream, he was being tortured. I push the damp hair out of his face and he shrinks away from my touch, but then catches himself. “Shite, sorry, I didn"t mean to do that.” He has really been trying to get better, but dreaming about the past doesn"t help.
“It"s okay Drew. Just try to go back to sleep,” I say.
“Would you sit with me
