I Breathe You by Clark Lori L

Author:Clark, Lori L. [Clark, Lori L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, New Adult & College
Publisher: Lori L. Clark
Published: 2013-07-30T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 31

As I had predicted, I had a hard time falling asleep. Something about having Ian barely an arm's length away from me kept me on edge. Finally when his slow and steady breathing indicated he'd drifted off, I became relaxed enough to doze. Since taking the meds Dr. Stephens prescribed, I've not had any nightmares. So, I don't know if it was the wine I drank or not taking my meds that caused the dream.

"God dammit, Rhane, I'm going to wreck this car if you don't fucking back off!" Dalton shouted.

That's the last thing I remembered before bolting upright in a cold sweat.

I slide silently from the sofa bed and step carefully over Ian's sleeping form, easing my way toward the door. I edge along the darkened hallway and head upstairs. The power is still off and the rest of the house is both silent and freezing.

In my room, I grab the comforter from my bed and wrap it around me. A wine-induced drum beats a blinding rhythm behind my eyes. I sink to the floor and press my palms against my eyes. Sitting on the cold ceramic tiles of the bathroom floor I try to recall the dream that woke me. If someone ever invents a way to create videos from dreams while they're happening, they would be beyond rich.

After a few moments, I start to remember fragments of the dream.

It was the night of the accident. There had been a party after the concert and we were celebrating our upcoming tour with Rock Steady. I got pissed at Dalton. We always fought. That was nothing new or remarkable where we were concerned. I made him leave the party.

I had caused a scene in the parking ramp. He was embarrassed by people stopping to stare and warned me to shut up. Since I hadn't gone into a full-blown rage yet, I was able to contain myself long enough to crawl into the passenger seat of Dalton's car and slam the door behind me.

These facts had come to me before, becoming more detailed with each reoccurring nightmare. Usually, it was at this point where I woke up, never dreaming past the slamming of the car door. This time, however, the dream continued.

I stayed calm until we were out of the parking ramp. I even smiled and waved at the onlookers to temporarily appease Dalton's irrational phobia of public shame.

As soon as we were out on the highway, I began to unleash a verbal fury on Dalton once again. It was raining so hard the wipers were barely able to clear the windshield. Dalton leaned close to the steering wheel, trying to focus on the lines on the road. Keeping the car from skidding out of control on the nearly bald tires in the monsoon-like rains was taking all of his concentration.

"You know I'm right, you fucker. Admit it!" I screamed. When my verbal assault wasn't giving me the satisfaction I sought, I began to use my fists. I punched him, hard, in the shoulder.

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