I slowly blinked awake, rubbing my hand across my bleary eyes.
I blinked a few times to focus before checking my phone to see the time.
The light blinded me for a few moments before my eyes adjusted to see that it was 2:43 AM.
Why the hell was I awake?
I tossed my phone back onto the nightstand, rolling over to my opposing side before letting out a long sigh.
And then I heard it.
A scream, one that I was sure had woken me in the first place.
I jumped out of bed, my heart pounding in my chest as I exited out of my room.
Emmett was doing the same from the room across from me, a confused, sleepy look on his face.
"Was that you?" he asked, in a deep, gravelly voice.
"Would I be standing here if it was?"
"Nice boxers," he commented, with a nod.
I glanced down to see that, in my haste, I hadn't put on any pants, seeing as though I sleep in my boxers.
We both looked down the hall, where McKenna's room was.
She must be having a nightmare.
Emmett started heading down the hall, a look of confusion still on his face.
I placed a hand on his shoulder. "I got this."
He raised his eyebrows at me.
"It's fine," I promised.
He just shook his head, holding up his hands in mock surrender and disappearing back into his room.
I let myself into McKenna's room, my heart pounding in my chest in anticipation.
This kind of situation was brand new to me. I couldn't imagine how she'd felt standing before me that day...
I gulped hard, letting the door close softly behind me.
Her sheets were wrapped tightly around her, and I slowly crept around the outskirts of her bed, bending down to where she was.
There was a sheen layer of sweat on her forehead, and I reached over and brushed the hair back from her face.
If it were a night terror, it would occur in a deep state of sleep. And she wouldn't remember having it the next morning. But it also only occurs for just a few minutes, so it should be over by now.
And then McKenna began to thrash around again, calling out something that I couldn't make out.
I suppose it's not a night terror.
I waited until she finished moving around, and then I bent over and placed my lips on her forehead. "McKenna," I whispered quietly. "It's okay, wake up."
It took about a minute of talking to her, but she eventually came around, a look of dazed confusion on her face.
I bent back down next to her bed, running my fingers up and down her arm. "Hey."
She ran a hand across her face, letting out a soft sigh. She was silent for a few moments, and then glanced over at me, her eyes glistening with tears.
"What can I do?" I asked, quietly.
"Will you sit with me?"
I climbed over her, sitting on the opposite side of the bed. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, pulling her head close to me.
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Jefferson Lake (MBBF Spin-Off)Teen Fiction
*Spin-off of My Brother's Best Friend *Trigger Warning: This book deals with issues such as self-harm, Anorexia, and depression. Lee Adams is what people tend to call "high-maintenance". He feels as though he has absolutely no control over his emoti...