Chapter 11 - Scary Nightmare (1/2)

|Innaya|

The sound of latch opening had me curl up in the bed and shut my eyes more tightly, gripping the blanket in my fist. The angry footsteps against the floor in otherwise silent night elevated my heartbeat more and my breaths started coming out in pants as the person started nearing.

The hand ripped blanket away from my body and other hand hauled my body upwards. Frightened, I frantically tried to loosen the painful hold on my arm only to have the grip tightening.

Tears sprang, in my brown eyes and scream tore from my throat as my eyes landed on the masked intruder whose red bloodshot eyes stared at me menacingly. The masked intruder glared angrily clamping my mouth shut and strangling my neck with the other hand that had gripped me previously.

My eyes widened as I felt my windpipe being chocked. Desperately, I tried clawing onto the hand of my assaulter, only to be pressed back on the bed with him hovering over me with a manic glint in those scary eyes.

The tears flowed mercilessly and I couldn't breathe. I thrashed wildly, as the grip on my throat tauten painfully, the life in my eyes fading away as I felt the death sucking life the out of me -

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I opened my eyes gasping for air, I gulped a large amount of air through my nose and mouth trying to provide my lungs the required oxygen.

”Shh... you are okay. It was just a nightmare.”

”Innaya, it's okay. You are okay sweetheart.”

”Lascia andare caro. Sono qui. Non ti preoccupare.”(Let go dear. I am here. Don't worry.)

Eshan's smooth voice calmed my estranged nerves.

I realized Eshan was holding me, caressing me as someone does to a scared child. I just let his solid presence, his comforting hands, his encouraging and calming words wash over me assuring me it was just a nightmare, a scary nightmare.

My heart that was thudding madly started slowing down as I felt his steady heartbeats under my palm pressed against his chest beside my face.

My breathing returned to normal as well as the shivering of my body stopped. Maybe, Eshan realized that too as he pulled himself away. His palms cupped my face and pad of his thumbs rubbed gently under my eyes, wiping the reminiscent of tears that had flown in my sleep.

”Are you okay?” He asked softly.

”Hmm,” I found myself nodding.

I took a proper look at him, hair disheveled as if he had run his hands through them many times messing them in frustration, tired face, eyes worried, in short he appeared as shaken as me.