Nightmares

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Jason's POV

'Nightmare'

"Jason stop your hurting me!" Kasey screamed moving away from me.

I needed to get this ache out of me. An ache she caused.

My body was in desperate need of release.

"Jason please stop!" She screamed as I moved the blade across her tan neck.

I looked at her once flawless face. Now a mere image of it. There were bruises and cuts all over it.

Bruises and cuts I caused. That she made me cause.

I pushed the blade harder against her neck.

I could feel her rapid heart beat pulsing through the blade.

"Jaosn if you love me like you say you do you'll stop." She cocked out.

I looked at her and nearly laughed at the sight.

I shook my head in disappointment. "You betrayed me Kasey." I said before slitting her neck.

'End of nightmare'

I sat up in bed panting, covered in cold sweat.

I looked around confused. I was in my room and it was dark.

It was a nightmare Jason. Only a nightmare.

I turned and looked at Kasey beside me. She was still asleep, unharmed.

I sighed in relief an ran a hand through my damp hair.

I let out a frustrated sigh.

What did that nightmare mean?

Would I hurt Kasey?

No never, I love and need her too much to ever hurt her.

"Jason?" A sleepy voice asked behind me.

I turned and saw Kasey looking at me.

"What's wrong?" She asked rubbing her eyes tiredly.

"Nothing princess go back to sleep." She sat up in bed and was looking at me.

"Are you sure? You don't sound alright."

She put her hand on my shoulder but instantly took it off.

"Your freezing!" She yelled.

"Yeah I know, it happens every now and again."

"Hold on I'll be right back." She said getting out the bed exiting the bedroom.

I caught a glimpse of her ass in her boy shorts.

Damn.

That nightmare meant nothing, absolutely nothing.

It was just a stupid con of having Kasey in my life now.

Things like that happen all the time.

Once something good happens, something bad has to happen right after.

It's how the world works. It's how it stays balanced.

There has to be an equality between the two, It has to do that so the world can survive.

"Here this should help." Kasey said coming back in the room with a warm towel.

"Thanks"

She got back on the bed and straddled me.

This caught me off guard, but I didn't say anything.

"Better?" She said wiping my chest with the towel.

I nodded, already feeling my body warming up.

"I like all your tattoos." She said going across my crown tattoo slowly, admiring it.

I smiled at her and wrapped my arms around her pulling her a little closer.

"It kinda reminds me off my dad." She said sadly.

"I'm sorry about your dad and sister." I whispered.

She started to wipe down my back slowly.

"How do you know about that?"

I leaned my head on her shoulder and sighed.

"I did a background check on you. I know almost everything about you."

Kasey leaned back and gave me a look.

"Okay you know what, that sounds weird." I said shaking my head laughing.

"It's okay, I find it kinda sweet." She said blushing, while wiping the side of my face.

I looked at her brown-grayish eyes.

The moonlight reflecting off them made them look ten times more beautiful.

If that was even possible.

Kasey through the towel on the nightstand.

She took my face in her hands and smoothed my hair back. "Better now?"

"Yes thank you nurse." I said smiling at her.

She rolled her eyes at me.

"Now sleep, Alex said you had a important meeting in the morning." She said kissing my forehead.

She got off me laying back down on the bed.

"Not that important, it's just Johnson." I said laying down beside her.

"Who's that?"

"Well I guess you could say he's Alex and I's boss. He tells us what missions to go on, what people to kill and don't kill. And he pays us."

"Ahhh" She said turning her back towards me.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her into me.

I felt her intertwine her fingers with mine, giving them a light squeeze.

"Goodnight Jason."

"Goodnight princess."

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