Bad dream

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Samantha

"Please don't leave me." I say on the verge of crying. People that I don't even know rush into the room and push me out. I break down to the floor sobbing. I feel a pair of arms wrap around me. Conor. "It's going o be okay, Sam. I'll always be here for you." He says. More tears drip down my face.

I open my eyes. I keep having that damn dream. I check my phone.

3:23 am

I look over and see Conor fast asleep. I don't want to wake him up. I've already done that too many times in the past. I text Brady.

I can't sleep.

He replies right away.

Why?

Bad dream.

Do you want to talk about it?

Not really.

Come to my room. I'll keep you safe.

Conor won't be happy about that.

Then I'll come to you.

Not even two minutes later I get a text from Brady saying he is at my door. I swear it's like that boy sprinted here.

I open the door to a tired looking Brady with messy hair.

"Shhhh." I say and we walk quietly to my bed.

a.n.// just a quick filler chapter :)