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- Authors: Jade West
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- Genre: Romantic Suspense
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I want to keep my dreams, even the bad ones, because without them, I
might have nothing all night long.
Joseph Heller
ABIGAIL
I can’t tell you the exact moment the night terrors started. There was no
traumatic childhood experience that set them off. No defining moment that
marked the beginning of the screams at night. No significant event that led
a happy five-year-old girl to wake up sweating and wailing in the darkness.
My parents put it down to TV I shouldn’t have been watching. Scary stories
from older kids in the playground. An overactive imagination.
It doesn’t matter where they came from. Not really.
They arrived without invitation and took up residence. Permanently. That’s
what really matters.
Every night without fail the monster would chase me through the
undergrowth. Every night I’d feel his hot breath on my neck as I ran for my
life.
Every night the beast got a little bit closer. A little bit bigger. A little bit
more terrifying.
I may not be able to tell you when and why the monster started hunting me
in the first place, but I can tell you when I stopped screaming.
I can tell you when the nightmares stopped being terrors and the monster
became a man.
I can even tell you when I started wanting them. Wanting the chase.
Wanting him.
And I can tell you when, finally, one day the nightmares came to life.
My name is Abigail Rachel Summers, and tonight I am bait.
Two weeks earlier.
Jack Dobson is a guy you could call conventionally attractive. He has a
symmetrical face, high cheekbones, and just the right amount of gel in his
salon-messy hair.
He’s a member of the pink shirt brigade at the office, and he’s wearing one
now, looking thoroughly out of place in the spit and sawdust joint I picked
out for dinner this evening.
Jack’s a guy my parents would approve of. The kind they could make small
talk with over a Sunday roast. Maybe even engage in a friendly debate on
the current political landscape.
I have no interest whatsoever in this going further. I don’t want to see what
he’s packing under his pink shirt, and I have no inclination to let him see
what’s under mine, either.
By all rights that means I shouldn’t be here, but the steak is good and I was
coerced by the admin girls at the copy machine this morning.
I didn’t have the heart to tell them that Jack Dobson is a nice guy. Too nice
for me.
He laughs as he recounts another story about a colleague I haven’t met. I
smile politely as I finish up my mushrooms.
“You haven’t met the Worcester guys yet, right?” he asks, again. I nod,
again. “Don’t worry,” he says. “Once you hit the six-month mark you’ll be
like part of the furniture. Summer barbeque coming up. After that you’ll
know everyone.”
I don’t want to hit the six-month mark and I don’t want to know everyone.
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