Kid woke up three times throughout the night and each time was him sweating and breathing heavy.
I think he gets nightmares a lot.
One was horrible and he spent an hour sitting on the balcony before coming back in and shutting the doors.
I felt bad, I'm sure he doesn't even enjoy sleep anymore.
Part of me wondered if it's just nightmares from so many people he's killed. It's obvious he kills for a living, I'm just not sure what he calls it.
Staying quiet in the bed, I turned and looked to see him on the balcony running his hands over his face and taking deep breaths in.
He walked back in minutes later and headed out the door shutting it behind him quietly.
I kept quiet still and sat up eyeing his room over. The luxurious beauty of being rich, I bet he doesn't even read all those boo
