Sara woke from her dreaming, to find Greg missing from the bed. She called his name, but got no answer. They had been intimately together for a month and he had never done something like this before. She got out of the bed and walked into the kitchen. His keys were gone, his cell phone too, and he was no where to be found. She glanced at the mirror and she smiled. He had left her a note;
Morning beautiful,
Just gone to get some stuff,
I'll make you breakfast in bed,
So get back to bed,
Love you xxxxx
She smiled and yawned; she needed the rest, so she slinked back to the warm covers and settled down. She had just drifted back to sleep when she was woken up. She heard a scraping noise and looked around.
"Greg?" She called out.
No answer; she was afraid; the scraping continued and then stopped. She shivered; she knew that it would return. Suddenly, she heard an ear-splitting crash, glass shards flying over her. She panicked, and ran into the bathroom locking the door behind her.
"Bitch!" The man screamed at her, he was hammering the door, she prayed silently that Greg would come home. Then suddenly her prayers were answered, she heard him in the hallway, his voice yelling at them to leave. She felt someone shaking her, and then she heard Greg's voice;
"Sara, Sara wake up, it's just a dream," She opened her eyes and she was still in bed, no one was in the house and Greg had never left.
"Are you okay sweetie?" he softly asked.
"Yeah, I'm…fine," she gasped. She found herself pulling Greg next to her, she needed to be close to him.
"I thought I'd lost you, I thought you had left and they were beating you up but I couldn't see you and when I came out you were…you were dead," She sobbed into his chest, his protective arms calming her.
"I'm ok, I'm right here; no one's coming after me or you. If they even dare they can kill me as long as you're alright," Greg replied, soothing her cries of desperation. He smoothed her matted hair from her face, perspiration forming a moist film on her face. He stroked her hair, whispering to her softly;
"It's okay, you're safe now baby, you're safe," He soothed.
"I can't live without you," She whispered, her desperate eyes searching for his. She kissed him softly, and then nuzzled into his neck, emitting a light sigh. Greg got up from the bed;
"Do you want anything baby?" He softly asked of her.
"Coffee would be good," She smiled, weakly.
"Okay, any food?" He replied.
"I can't eat right now," She sighed.
"You need to eat, even just a little honey," He replied, softly.
"I'll try to, what do we have?" She asked.
"Whatever you want, baby, some toast?" She nodded and he kissed her forehead and disappeared from the bedroom. Sara let her pounding head fall to the pillow, trying to think of anything but the nightmare she had just had. Her face was still moist from the tears and the perspiration down her cheeks. She closed her eyes again and tried to imagine the wonderful things she should be feeling, trying to push these last few moths' bad things away from her. Greg walked in and put a cup of coffee and some toast by her side. He kissed her and she smiled, murmuring softly.
"How are you feeling?" Greg asked.
"Tired and drained," she replied, as Greg kissed her softly, breaking her words off.
"You will always have me baby, I'll never let anyone hurt you, you're my whole world," He sighed softly, "Remember that, you aren't going to lose me," he added.
"She smiled and pulled him close to her. They lay there together, lost in the relief that they had each other, trying to dream of the future they deserved. They fell back into the dreamless sleep that had once been natural. For in this day and age, it's hard for a Romeo, to find his Juliet.