Taylor

My scream punctures the silence of the dark house; I sit up, gasping for breath. My hands feel around my neck repetitively.

My bedroom light flicks on as Jackson darts to my side. He climbs in bed right next to me. His muscular arms wrap around me tightly. “It was a dream, only a nightmare,” he whispers into my hair while rocking me back and forth. “Just breath-in and out, in and out.”

Kennedy appears moments later, climbing in on the other side of me. Tears ...