Storm POV
A sudden slap on my chest and muffled words I couldn't quite catch woke me from a peaceful slumber. I thought we had a great night, and being woken like this again was the last thing I had expected. Cloe was having another nightmare. I thought, after the shower, that Cloe would be in a good mood like me. Not to be dragged deep down into a nightmare, what could have triggered this?
I held her hand gently to my chest, with one hand, and pulled her closer to me, with the other. She was still struggling, but not as much. My gut said to tell her she was safe, not to do anything more, and to hold her tight. Whatever she was going through, I felt she needed to know she was here by her side and wouldn't let her go.
I hate this.
My girl has been through enough, mentally and physical
