L I A M
I broke into a cold sweat and gasped, rapidly opening my eyes from the same nightmares I’ve been having for three nights in a row.
It was never ending. The same scene in my head. Emily's fangs, the boy’s lifeless body, and her pleads. All of it haunted me even when I was awake.
My bedroom door creaked open, and my mother stepped in, her expression etched with worry, but her concerned eyes only reminded me of the secrets I was keeping.
"Liam, you're awake," she said, her voice gentle. "I thought I heard a scream."
"Just a bad dream, Mom," I said, trying to force a reassuring smile. It came out as a grimace.
She sat on the edge of my bed, the mattress dipping slightly under her weight. She reached out and smoothed the hair from my forehead.
"Are you okay, honey? You've been h
