She finally awoke from her nightmare. Her nightmare was of visions of her lying in a hospital, being dragged by her hair on the lino, her nails scratching the floor, blood pouring out from her now broken nails, ripped to shreds on the floor. She tried to scream, but nothing came out. She tried to struggle, but it was impossible to fight back- the person dragging her was just too strong. Then she heard a baby crying, yelling, screaming. She then saw the baby, being taken away by a nurse who glared at her, her eyes were fire. She was a half demon. She took a deep breath and pounded into Angela breaking every bone in the way
...ring ring...ring ring...ring ring
It was her cell phone.
''Hello?'' She said groggily.
''Angela? You sound awful...like I said.''
''Eurgh, John you never seem to give up do you. I am FINE! Just a bad nightmare.''
''A nightmare 'ey? No need to be so fucking snappy with me. I ring you and you treat me like shit. I've been treated like shit too many times and I'm not gonna put up with it any longer. Call me soft just this once, but I'm coming over.''
''No...don't!'' Too late, John had hung up.
A short while later, the door bell rang, and she answered it rubbing her eyes.
He stepped in, and walked towards the kitchen. Opening cupboards, he looked for a pan.
She dazedly walked in and scratched her head and said sleepily; ''What are you doing?''
''Making you something to eat so you stop fucking moaning, that's what I'm doing.''
Angela didn't reply, instead she ran to the toilet to throw up again. This time, he was there holding her hair so it didn't drop into the vomit.
''Come on, get up.'' He said and pulled her up from the toilet, he then grabbed a towel and rubbed her face rather violently.
''You're...hurting.'' Angela complained.
''Good, maybe it will knock some sense into you at last.''
Angela gave him a glaring look after he said that. She was beginning to hate him. But hate him was such a strong word...
He grabbed her arm and shoved her onto the bed.
''Put the duvet over you and wait.'' He demanded.
''That's exactly what I was doing before you RANG me!'' She protested.
''Just do it'' Was his last orders before he returned to the kitchen to cook up something.
She feel asleep once again, until the smell of cooking eggs woke her up. Coming back into the bedroom, he shoved a plate in her face and told her to eat it.
''What...what is it?'' She asked.
''Something that should make you better if you just eat it.'' He then went into the lounge and sat himself down.
''Make yourself at home then why don't you!'' Angela bellowed after him.
''Okay, I'll take up on that offer. Thanks'' He replied smartly.
She blew air out like a horse, he was really starting to piss her off. She eat the meal, gagging as she went. It was disgusting but seemed to get rid of her grogginess.
''Good thing it's a Saturday'' John said, when walking in the room. There had been nothing to watch on the TV. ''You'd probably be fired going into work in that state.''
Angela glared at him once more, he was so rude to her. She couldn't get round the fact she'd only slept with him the night before, it was crazy. He sat next to her on the bed.
''I might as well stay here since you don't feel well and besides I haven't got anything else to do. By the way, I enjoyed last night.'' He said, before walking out of the room.
''You did?'' She asked, shocked that he said such a thing.
''Yeah...especially when ---'' Angela cut him off sharply.
''I don't want to know!'' She put her hands over her ears.
John laughed and then sat down on the couch and watched TV again.
