Chapter Fifteen
Don't scream.
He'll find me. He'll find me, and he'll hurt me.
Don't scream.
He barely heard his breath gently hitch, backing up a couple inches until he bumped into cold walls behind himself. Closets weren't the best of all hiding places, but there was nowhere else to go. He had to quiet down his breathing. He couldn't be panting like this, it was a dead giveaway, but with all the running he'd done how could he?
The man was getting closer. He was in the bedroom. This wasn't the warehouse though. This was Roy's house. He'd come back for him, and he'd probably get what he wanted in the long run. Roy wasn't here to save him this time.
Don't scream. You might be alright if you just don't scream.
Don't. Scream.
He screamed as the door was violently thrown open, a pair of large hands grabbing his wrists and dragging him out.
He didn't realize he'd actually been screaming, grasping the sheets as he sat up in bed until nearly every light in the house was turned on and Roy ran into the room waving his gun around. He abruptly stopped and caught his breath, realizing that this was the second time he'd done this so far. Roy looked down at him, and he lowered his head.
"I'm…sorry…" he said, "I didn't know I was screaming."
"But you're okay now?" Roy asked, cautious.
"I'm okay."
The older brunette sighed in relief, his body losing some of its tenseness as he felt like he could relax for the time being. "Good."
Ed gave off a faint, reassuring smile, "Yeah. It was just another nightmare."
"What's scaring you so much? A flashback?" Roy asked, crossing the room and sitting at the edge of the bed.
"Not this time. It was just…a nightmare."
"Mind telling me what it was about?"
"You never caught him. He could come back at any time, and what would I do?"
"He's not gonna come back." Roy replied. Ed nodded, and laid back down on his side. "Will you be okay?"
"Yeah."