Cat

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I woke up in Quinton's arms, his face pale

I had them again. The nightmares. They follow me. Everywhere. I can never escape them.

"Are you ok?" He asked

"No" I replied trying not to cry. He was still holding me bridal style

I curled up into his chest. I was shaking so hard. My breath was coming out in shallow puffs. I tightened my hip on Quinton's neck and buried my face into his chest. His cinnamon scent made me relax.

"I love the smell of cinnamon" I mumbled into his chest, inhaling the comforting smell

He let out a soft chuckle and lifted me up.

"Where are we-" he cut me off

"To my house, or your's. Which ever you feel more comfortable-" it was my turn to cut him off

"Your's please. Don't take me home. Please" I let out a sob

"Sh sh sh sh, it's ok." He said trying to calm me

"I-I'm scared. Please don't leave me" I let out another sob

"I would never leave you" he replied placing a gentle kiss on my forehead.

He put me down in a chair to inform his parents about me going home with him and staying there and that he was leaving.

He lifted me up in his arms and I felt him start to move

"It's ok, Cat. It's ok"

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