The Nightmare

It was eleven at night and Trent and Anton were both sound asleep. As Mercer was sleeping peacefully, Trent kept tossing and turning in his sleep, as if he was trying to escape from somewhere.

Trent's dream.

Trent's surroundings were just a typical suburban living room: cream colors, nice furniture, a big-screen television and some flowers and plants.

"Hello? Where am I?"

But a stranger quickly grabs Trent's arm and viciously pulls him into a room with very little light. Trent grunts as he lands on the floor. The stranger locks the door.

"Who are you?"

"Me?" The person turned around and it was his Aunt Karen. "I'm your worst nightmare."

"No." Trent slowly backs away.

"And so am I." Her boyfriend pops out of nowhere.

"If I can't have you, no one can, not even Anton Mercer!"

"No!" He begins to scream at the top of his lungs as he runs to the door to try to unlock it, but no luck.

His Aunt Karen's boyfriend grabs him and slams him hard onto the rocky bed. His Aunt Karen was starting to try to force herself on him as she rips his clothes off of him. She started to breath on him sexually. Her boyfriend could only watch as enjoyment.

"No! Stop it! Please!" He nearly burst into tears and screamed louder than ever. "Please! Somebody help me!"

He woke up from his nightmare after he was being shaking by Mercer and bolted into his arms, who was probably in the room after he must have heard Trent screaming.

"Trent, calm down. It's okay. It's alright." Trent breathing heavily and started to feel sweat all over. He let of a big sigh of relief.

"Let me guess, nightmare?"

Too horrified and terrified to even answer it, he just nodded his head. He feels Trent's forehead and neck.

"I'll be right back."

Anton runs out of the room for a few minutes while Trent holds onto the covers very tightly. He comes back with a hot cup in his hand.

"Drink this. It'll help you get back to sleep."

Trent drinks it all and hands it back to him.

"Thank you." Trent began to shake uncontrollably.

"I just can't deal with this anymore. I just can't."

"I know. No one can, Trent. I'll make an appointment to see someone, okay?"

"That's fine." He mumbled as he lays his head on Mercer's chest as he tried to go back to sleep.

It was thirty minutes till midnight and Anton stayed with Trent until he went back to sleep. He sees a picture of Trent's late parents, Mauricio and Isabella, smiling in a small gold picture frame. He puts the picture on Trent's pillow to make sure he wasn't going to having anymore nightmares.

He quietly leaves and wished him the best of dreams.

PS I'm giving Aethelgythe some credit