Chapter Five
“No!” I scream. “Get off of me!” One moment Robbs is standing over me, wielding the butcher knife. The next, I’m upright in my bed, shaking and sweating.
It was just a dream. You’re safe, Robbs didn’t hurt you. You got away. It was just a dream.
My eyes adjust to the darkness, and I glance at my bedside clock. It’s three in the morning, but I feel wide awake.
Chase is asleep in the living room, but maybe I can heat up some milk without waking him.
I have a long day of work ahead of me and I need as much sleep as I can get. My mother used to make me warm milk when I was restless or upset. It’s one of the few comforting memories I have of my otherwise disastrous childhood, and I crave the familiar warmth.
I slowly crawl out of bed, pull on my bathrobe, and slide my feet in
