For the past three months, every night I've had this dream. The same exact dream. But this night was different. He had found me.
I was in the forest. Running. Running from him. I never saw his face. My heart was pounding in my chest. I urged my legs to go on.
"You can run cherie, but you can't hide," his sweet velvet voice said.
Suddenly, I tripped over a tree root and fell hard on my face. I groaned. My head was throbbing. When I went to sit up my back bumped into a hard, cold chest and arms snaked their way around my torso.
"Got you," lips whispered in my ear. I screamed.
I woke up screaming. My sheets were soaked with sweat. My throat was sore from screaming so much. I looked over at my alarm clock. It read 2:00 am. I groaned. I had to get up in four hours. Always after my nightmares I couldn't go back to sleep. This one had frightened me the most. He had found me. I shivered.
