Nightmares (Sequel of ransom)

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Chapter 1

Getting Ready

10 YEARS LATER
"Good morning Kristen." Kara smiled warmly as a sat down on the couch across from her.
I smiled back, "Good morning."
"How was your sleep?"
I shifted my weight uncomfortably, "Okay."
She frowned, "Is it the nightmares again?"
I just looked at the ground. Talking about the nightmares or anything that had to with my...accident, made me uncomfortable. But I had to talk about it with Kara, after all, she was my therapist.
"Was the dream the same?"
"No, last night I dreamt about..." I trailed off.
She waited a moment for me to finish the sentence then added gently, "Go on?"
I shook my head. This was one of the worst dreams that I had. "It's okay Kristen, you can talk about it with me." 
You're worthless." he muttered under his breath
I shivered. "It was the day my parents died."
"Do you dream about that night often?"

He kicked me hard so that blood poured out of my leg. "What the hell were you doing with him bitch???" He shouted. I was so sad about my parents I didn't answer him. He pulled my hair and dragged me downstairs. He slapped me hard in the face leaving me a black eye. "Stop it please!" I whimpered. "Then tell me what was going on between you two or I will put a bullet through your little face!"

My breathing started getting heavier and my heart rate started going faster.
Kara leaned closer to me. "It's okay, we don't have to talk about that night if you don't want to. Have you been having any other dreams?"
Usually I have nightmares about the last time I saw Adam. The night he came so close to killing us. I faked a smile and shook my head. I wasn't in the mood to talk about all that today.
"Thats wonderful, how have you been doing with your flashbacks?"
I hated getting flashbacks. I wanted so badly to forget everything, and even after ten years I still get the memories that scare me to death and make me go crazy. Sometimes I can calm myself down before I freak out, sometimes I'm just paralyzed or I completely freak out. "Not bad."
"Wonderful!" 
She looked at the clock. 3:00. "Well then, I guess our time is up." 
She walks me to the door. I thank her and walk outside, where I see my car. I smile when I see Jackson leaning on the side of it. He opens the door for me and gets in the drivers seat. "So, how is my lovely fiancée doing this afternoon?"
I loved hearing him say that. I looked at my ring, it was beautiful. 
After everything that went on, Jackson was the only one that made me feel safe.
I thought of when I was in the hospital, it was horrible. We were both there for 2 months. On almost every night of those months I would wake up screaming and no one could calm me down except him. It had also taken a hell of a lot of fighting to make sure he didn't go to jail. But here we were. 
I held his hand. "Good."
He stole a look at me, and then kept his eyes on the road. "What's wrong?" he asked seriously.
"Nothing. I'm fine."
"No your not."
I sighed. Why couldn't i get anything past him? "I just... Saw something today."
"You saw him again, didn't you?" he asked gently.
I sighed again. "Yeah."
He squeezed my hand reassuringly. "Your never going to see them again. Never. Your safe now, your gonna be fine." 
I never had to see Jace again, I knew that. He was dead. But shockingly, Adam managed to survive.
He was put in jail for 2 years, but once he got out he tried robbing someone ended up getting caught so he was put in for life, with no chance of parol for 8 years. 
Meaning, he could easily get out one day, which terrified me.
Once we got home Jackson told me to go get ready. "Why?" I questioned.
He smiled and walked over to me, putting his arms around my waist, "Because were going out for dinner."
I smiled back. "Oh, well then. Where are we going?"
He pulled out a slip of paper and handed it to me. I read it out loud. "Reservations for Jackson and Kristen Dayson, at 8:00 at the Baton Rouge." I looked at him in disbelief. 
The baton rouge? It was the fanciest restaurant in the city. You had to wait months for a reservation!  "But, why?"
"Do I need an excuse to take you out for a wonderful night?" 
He leaned down and kissed me. I ran my fingers through his hair, and I laughed as he pulled me onto the couch. I could've stayed there forever, just kissing him. "Okay, okay," I stood up reluctantly.
"I have to get ready."
He sighed sarcastically. "I suppose so."
I got up and went into the bedroom and shut the door and started to get ready.

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