I woke up with start. My heart beating fast and my face was covered in sweat. A scream left my lips as I stared into the darkness of my room. I grabbed my leg, the pain from a Charlie horse in my shin hurting like hell. Deftly I felt for a bullet wound I knew wouldn’t be there. I knew it wouldn’t be there because this was the third night I had this dream. The third night I had woken up with this damn cramp in the same exact spot I had been shot. Only it hadn’t been me to get shot. It had been Christian.
It had been like I was looking through his eyes. He had been walking down the street, minding his own damn business. He had his headphones in and I could hear the music playing 8 Ball and MJG, Friend or Foe. He was bobbing his head and I felt every movement. Christian had walked past a por
