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Charles Leclerc [Nightmare]

A/N Kind of alive, but I have 4 exams next week. If I survive them I will finally have time to write again (:

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Again, I hear the glass burst and again I walk to the kitchen, surprised by the sound and what caused it. I just left the bedroom, where I was reading a novel, something that should keep me occupied while Charles is doing stuff for Ferrari. My steps get slower when I hear some rumbling and I stop my movements, wait for a second and hesitate to take another step.

Inside of me everything screams to turn around and run away, but I cant move. Can't turn around or take any step away from the kitchen door. The opposite is happing, while I think that I am not moving, the door comes closer and closer.

In the next moment my hand is on the doorknob, and I don't even know how it got there. Quickly I want to take it away, but the door opens, and I can look into the kitchen, fearing what I am about to see.

The bloodcurdling scream which wants to leave my throat sound strangely dull in my ears. Then I wake up, sit upright, and can still see the mean glistering eyes behind the mask which was covering the face of the burglar. My heart is trying to beat its way out of my chest and I gasp for air.

I place my hand on my mouth to dampen the crying sound because I don't want to wake up Charles. Since someone broke into our apartment a few days ago I can't sleep anymore. Every time I close my eyes I am taken back to the moment where I caught that person.

The burglar probably thought that nobody is here since Charles was busy in the Ferrari factory. That I was at home surprised him. Shortly after I caught him in the kitchen, he disappeared trough the window and left me behind in shock.

With shaking fingers, I managed to call the police and told them with a faltering voice what happened. Shortly after a patrol arrived, but what happened after that just run by like sped up movie. They recorded the case, but didn't give me any hope that they will find the person which tried to rob us.

The window was provisionally covered by the policeman and after that I was alone again. Since this night I could not sleep. Always had this mean face in my mind whenever I wanted to catch a break, rest, and fill up my batteries.

When Charles came home, he was shocked, concerned, and angry. All kind of emotions where rushing trough his body and just because he was back, I felt a little bit safer again. He couldn't understand why I didn't tell him about the burglar before, but didn't want to make me any accusations.

I cant suppress the next cry, but try to damp it with my hand. I was not quick enough and now Charles is grumbling quietly while turning around, facing me before his eyes flutter open.

He looks a bit confused when he does not spot me laying beside him, but he quickly sees my shaking shoulders. Hectic he sits up, no sight of his tiredness anymore and pulls me close to his chest while I continue to cry silently.

"Shh." He mumbles, trying to calm me down while swinging us softly from side to side. For a second, I need to cry even more, before I manage to slowly stop the tears. Charles presence always helps me to calm down and I burry my head more against his chest to keep the safe feeling.

"You are safe, I am with you." Charles reminds me with a soft voice and brushes a few tears away from my cheeks. I know he makes himself accusations that he wasn't with me that night, but I am not angry with him. How could I? He was just out with his work and it could have happened at any other day.

Tiredly I lean my head against his shoulder and mutter a "Thank you." But I don't feel ready to go back to sleep right now. There is this nervous feeling in my chest which is keeping me awake.

"Could you..." My voice is husky and I clear my throat before continuing to speak.

"Could you check if the windows and doors are closed?" Hesitating I look at him, trying to catch his reaction. Charles expression softens when he notices the fear in my voice, and he doesn't think longer about my question.

"Of course." He promises, lets his fingers brush over my cheek before he starts to check the doors and window in our apartment. I am glad that he does this without asking why. No judgemental look or a asking why. He knows that I don't feel safe here anymore and probably would do anything to make me feel better again.

It takes some minutes, but eventually Charles returns to the bedroom.

"Everything is closed." Is his answer to my questioning glance and he lays back down beside me.

"Are you sure?" I ask, fear in my voice, but cuddle myself back against his chest.

"Certainly." He promises and starts to let his hands roam over my back until I manage to fall back into a dreamless sleep. With him I feel safe and will hopefully able to catch a full night of sleep again in the future. 
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