" 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑌𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑡? "

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑦 𝑆𝑖𝑥

"I can't say it."

I looked down.
William tipped my chin up.

"(y/n) tell me, what did I do?" He pressed.

Tears were falling down my face and William forcing me to tell him isn't helping.

Mike then stood in front of me, "Dad back off she clearly had a nightmare and she doen't want to talk about it."

At least Mike was here to back me up.

William rolled his eyes, "Talking about would make her feel better, her holding it in would only make it worse."

Damn William spitting those facts tho.
I wiped my eyes.

"Mike he's right I need to let it out."

He turned around.
"Are you sure?"

I slowly nodded.
We walked back over to the couch.
Mike sat next to me and William in his arm chair.

"So love explain to us what I did in your dream."

I took a deep breathe.

"Okay so I woke up on the couch and a strange pathway with flowers and candles that led to your bed room William."

William raised his eyebrow.

"Sounds kinda romantic, are you sure this was a nightmare love?"

"Just let me finish."

"And when I went into your bed room to grabbed me and wouldn't let me go."

I swallowed hard.

"And said you needed to tell me something important, exactly the same thing you said earlier today. You held me close and said that all of the distractions are gone."

Mike tapped my shoulder.

"But what does this have to do with me?"

I ignored Mike and continued.

"Then I understood, William had cut the power because today the phone interupted us like twice. The second distraction that William got ride of was......"

I paused and bit my lip.
I can't say it.
Mike put his hand on my shoulder.

"You got this (y/n) you can say it."

I took another deep breathe.

"Mike, he was the other distraction to William."

I turned to Mike.

"Remember that day that you yelled 'EW' at your dad?"

Mike nodded.

"Well after William left he said that you were just a distraction. And in my nightmare William had blood all over himself and he had practialy told me that he killed you...."

I felt like crying again but I held it in.

Mike glanced over to his father and back at me.
They both didn't say anything which made me feel even worse.

I abrupty got up.

"I-I'm sorry I have to go."

I rushed into the bathroom and locked the door.
I slupted down behind the door, my knees went to my chest and I held them tight and cried.

Then a shallow knock came from the door.

"Darling are you alright?"

I wiped my eyes.

"Go away Afton."

A sigh came from the other side.

"(y/n) please I need to talk to you."