Dreams that Haunt

She’d been scared of her own thoughts for as long as she could remember, doing everything in her power to make sure she wouldn’t have to think for long. Just when she thought she was over the fear, she’d be thrown right back to it by her dreams.

Dreams scared her more than thoughts. Thoughts, she could somewhat control; dreams, not so much. They were always lurking, right outside her reach, ready to devour her the moment she showed any kind of weakness. And of course, Mark’s whole existence was one of her biggest weaknesses.

Right now, she was back to when she first met Mark’s dad, Uncle Julian. He’d dropped by their house to give something to her mom when her dad was out. She remembered feeling relived he’d come when Dad wasn’t there but in hindsight, that was probably by design. They all knew what her dad was like, even if they pretended otherwise.