Kat's POV
He grabbed my hair and pulled me down from the bed. I could hear him chuckle as he tied my hands above my head. He ripped off my shirt and growled. Tears streamed down my face as I realized how helpless I was. I could hear him fumble around in his pocket. He pulled something out and I heard a click. I opened my teared filled eyes to see a sharp switchblade in his hands.

No This isn't real.

He flipped me over on the cold hardwood floor and moved his rough hands across my back. Right after a sharp piercing scream escaped my throat as he cut me the first time. He laughed and-

I woke up to a terrified Patrick shaking me as tears rolled down my face.

"Kat. Kat." He continued to shake me.

I sat up quickly and began shaking trying to push Patrick away.

"NO stop p-please don't d-do it a-again"

"Kat" he whispered softly "Kat its just me, Patrick."

He moved toward me and brought me into a hug shifting me onto his lap.

"Your okay its just me" he kept repeating.

Patrick began to slowly rubbing my back, calming me down from the nightmare. I looked up at him only to see his face full of concern. I snuggled closer into him feeling completely safe in his arms.

Patrick's POV

I jumped up onto my feet as a heard a scream. I immediately remembered Kat was here.

Was someone in my house?

I ran out of my room and into Kat's in a heartbeat. She was in the middle of the bed with all of the cover thrown off and screaming while shaking violently.

Is this what all the scars are about?

I walked towards her and shook her lightly, not wanting to scare her more.

"Kat. Kat."

She sat up quickly and began shaking trying to push me away.

"NO stop p-please don't d-do it a-again"

"Kat" I whispered softly "Kat its just me, Patrick."

I moved toward Kat and brought her into a hug shifting her onto my lap.

"Your okay its just me" I kept repeating.

I began to slowly rub Kat's back, calming her down from the nightmare. Kat looked up at me and snuggled closer into me.

I barley slept the rest of the night as she evenly breathed in and out. She looked so peaceful from when I tried to wake her up earlier. My mind was wondering all over the place. I want to kill whoever put her through whatever she went through but I also want her to tell me the whole story and be here for her. My mind kept racing until she began to shift around. Eventually I joined her as sleep welcomed me.


Kat's POV
I woke up no longer in Patrick's arms. Wondering if he regretted coming and waking me up, I slowly crept out of Jonathans room trying to make a quick escape out of this apartment. I made it through the hallway and came upon the kitchen until I was completely caught off guard. Patrick was standing at the stove cooking eggs and bacon along with toast in the toaster. He looked over and saw me.

"Hey Kat I thought maybe you were hungry" he said with a smile.

"Yeah thank you. It smells so good."

He made me a plate and set it down in front of me. He then took out a glass and pored me some orange juice. He repeated the same thing for his breakfast before he sat down.

“So do you have siblings?” he asked

“No” I kept my answers short.

“Kat”

“What?”

“What was the nightmare about?”

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