Chapter Two
A/N: This was originally a one-shot story, but my two reviewers, EleKat and dionne dance, wanted me to continue, so I am. Here's chapter two. Let me know what you think.
Collinsport was silent in the moonlight. The bedrooms of each home were full of gently sleeping people and even the harbour was still in the pitch blackness. Silence was the only sound. Except for the scream.
It was penetrating the blackness of the entire town from its source, far within Collinwood manor. Elizabeth, Carolyn and Roger met at the top of the stairs, Carolyn hurriedly telling her mother and uncle that the screaming was coming from the little brat's room. Taking the hint, Roger and Elizabeth bolted for David's room, the latter moving a lot more hurriedly than the former, while Carolyn returned to her bedroom, slamming the door and throwing a pillow over her head to block out the sound of the 'seven-year-old psycho'.
When she reached her young nephew's bedroom door, Elizabeth flew through it, Roger now hot on her heels, but froze at the sight of the eight-year-old thrashing in his sleep and screaming for his mother.
"Liz, we have to wake him up, this is dangerous."
"No!" exclaimed Elizabeth. Even though she admired the fact that her brother was finally showing a little extra concern for his only son, she didn't feel safe to wake her nephew from his nightmare.
"Roger, I don't think we should wake him, it could be dangerous."
"No, you're right, Liz. We should get Julia, she's a professional." agreed Roger, glancing worriedly at his young son. Elizabeth, taking the hint, ran out of the room and down the corridor. She took three rights and a left, running to the end of her well-practiced route, knocking vigorously on the old wooden door. She had her quick reactions to thank that she didn't hit the psychiatrist in the face when she swng open the door, a sleepy expression on her face and a half-filled glass of red wine in her hand. Elizabeth sensed that it wasn't her first, but didn't see fit to broach the subject with her employee at the time.
"Liz? What is it?" Her voice wasn't as slurred as Elizabeth expected it to be, but she did sound extremely tired and quite impatient.
"It's David. He's having a really bad nightmare and we don't know if we should wake him. We need you."
Julia was suddenly wide awake. She ran over to her desk, put down the glass and ran with Elizabeth back to David's room. She ran through the open door, past Roger and up to David's bed. She sat down next to him, being careful of his flailing arms and began to stroke his hair soothingly.
"David." she said, continuing to stroke his hair. "David! David, wake up for me! David!"
The boy suddenly bolted upright, his screams not subsiding.
"MOM!" he yelled.
"Shh, David. I'm here. I'm here, David, shh."
"Julia?!" he cried.
"It's me. I'm here, David. Oh my gosh, David, you scared us so much."
"I'm sorry, Julia." he gasped, trying to choke back the sobs that remained from his nightmare. He was failing miserably and gave up trying as the psychiatrist wrapped her arms around his shaking form, his tears soaking through her floral nightgown.
"Shh, it's alright, David. It's alright." comforted Julia, rubbing gentle circles on his back.
"Don't leave me, Julia, I don't want you to go."
"It's alright, David, I'm not going anywhere. I've talked to your Aunt Elizabeth and I've got a contract drawn up and as far as I know, it's permanant. So, it looks like you're stuck with me, David. For good."
A/N: Okay, second chapter. I know it's probably shorter than chapters I normally write, but I wanted to get it up soon. Next chapter will be about Julia's past being discussed with David, then I have writer's block.