The Ballerina Series Book 3
My fingers curled into the twisted sheets. I’d been suffocating from sheer terror. I took deep breaths before opening my eyes. It had been a long time since I’d had that vivid a dream. Years in fact, usually my dreams were about feelings of abandonment, loneliness, not quite so dark. So real. Because these weren’t dreams, but memories. Real nightmares from my past. Now I had had them two nights in a row. What the fuck!
Thank God, I didn’t let Christy come home with me tonight. I shouldn’t have let her stay with me last night, but I’d been so damn lonely lately. I tried to make it clear to her there was nothing more between us other than two people scratching an itch. I didn’t give a shit that she sometimes screwed other cast members, we weren’t dating. Still, I scared the shit out of her when I woke her up in the middle of the night screaming. When she asked what was wrong, I lied of course, and told her just a nightmare, and I couldn’t even remember what it was about. Not hardly. She and I shared the physical, not the emotional.These nightmares came from a place deep inside of me. I shared with no one.
I thought I conquered this fear a long time ago. That and the psychiatrist bills said I had. In truth, I’d conquered it on my own, this memory of the haunted woods and a lost little boy. Well, partially on my own, I had a little help from my dad and a friend who gave me the tools to deal with it. I am a man now, and I had overcome this. I’d done it by learning all about the outdoors. So, I thought I had put this particular terror behind me. Fuck!
Released Aug. 1, 2015
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