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My oldest memory is of lying in a hospital bed.
But I also have dreams of what I think happened before that.
Dreams of someone pushing me off a rooftop.
And that person has always been familiar.
He watches me when I speak.
He clenches my shoulders as I stutter.
He hovers over me as I sleep, ensuring that I am.
He bruises me as I hesitate.
One wrong word and I'm dead.
I can't win.
His shadowy figure towers over me as I try to stand.
I'm scared.
"Hey!— [y/n]."
You gasped as he shook you violently.
"Hey, it's okay... Take a breath."
You looked up at him. He seemed so worried, even as you had instinctively grabbed his collar with a threatening grip.
His hands were wrapped around your wrists, keeping them in place while trying not to hurt you.
Like you missed his throat and grabbed onto the next thing.
"Gabriel..." You whined, wincing at your own tone.
"It's okay.. I'll get you some water." He gave your hands a firm squeeze of reassurance, making you release him.
You watched him walk away quietly. You caught your breath and grabbed your face with your hands, muffling a sigh.
Your fingers ran down your cheeks as you looked around, grounding yourself further.
Gabriel came back with a clear bottle. Somehow he seemed even more scared than you.
"Is there anything else you need? Someone to call?" He said quietly.
You grabbed the bottle weakly and didn't even give him a proper response.
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FanfictionIt's not easy to pick sides. Everyone has secrets, secrets they want hidden and buried. What extent would you go to hide your secrets? How far would you go for self preservation? Like father, like daughter. ________________________________________ T...
