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Nightmare

“Please promise me that you’ll get her out of here. She doesn’t need to be here to see this.” The young woman begged tears clung to her eyelashes.

Gwen didn’t know what to do. She had a job to do and it didn’t include getting hostages out of the hell they lived in, especially the women and children. Down the hall she could hear them plead not to hurt them and the cruel laughter that emitted from the room. “Esther I can promise you that. I’m sorry, but I can’t.”

Taqif entered the room smiling. Blood stained his white shirt which he quickly shed, “Good morning Gwen. How are my favorites doing today?”

The smile that lit up her face was forced and practiced to her but to the untrained eye it was sincere. “They are doing wonderfully. I think Emira would work the best today and that Allison would be the best to help.”

She nodded to the two young girls cowering in the corner and it made her sick to her stomach at the thought of him touching them, of touching her. He knew that one would come in the night and there was nothing she could do to stop him.

His hand was rough in her hair as his hand fisted there and pulled close, roughly kissing her. She barely had the instinct to refuse to gag at him.

“That is my good girl. I’m so proud of you. You of course will hold them down? Then we’ll move to the children. Shall we go Gwenie?”

“Of course. Come along Emira, Allison.” She went and helped the two of them stand.

Allison, a young American that had come as an exchange student stared at her. “What are you doing? This is illegal in the United States and last I heard this place had the same rights.”

Taqif’s hand shot out cracking Allison on the cheek, “You will hold your tongue or it will be removed rather painfully.”

“Darling, was that really necessary? I mean you allow me to speak my mind.” Gwen said all but slithering over to him. “What do you say you take the day off? We can do something together.”

Taqif ran a hand over her hair. “That can be arranged just give me one minute ok baby?”

Gwen nodded not even imagining what he would do. She knew he was an evil man and the United States was trying to bring him down. That’s exactly why she was there and her job was to gather information about their whereabouts and then the army was to come in and arrest everyone involved.

She saw the cold look in his eyes as he pulled the gun from his side, aim at the young girl’s head and pull the trigger. She squeezed her eyes shut at the sight in front of her, but she already knew that the pattern on the wall that outlined where a head had been would stay with her for the rest of her life.

End Nightmare

“No!” She said sitting straight up in bed. Quickly she looked over at Nick and sighed in relief because he was still sleeping.

A look at the clock said it was just past two and she knew she wouldn’t get back to sleep. Damn those sleeping pills the doctor had given her when she came back, they had been slightly addictive so she tossed them all down the toilet. She looked at her trembling hands praying they would quit, tears ran freely and quietly down her cheeks.

The tears infuriated her because she had done her job and she didn’t know how to react to everything. It had been two years and the fact she replayed that one scene over and over again in her head wasn’t helping her at all. She scrubbed at her face and tossed the covers back before climbing out of bed.

Fifteen minutes later she was breaking into the pool to do laps, hoping if she physically exhausted herself she’d be able to sleep. An hour after that she was breaking into the workout room praying they had punching bag.

To her luck they did. For once she willed the pictures of her head to come and once they appeared, she began her assault on it. She let the screams fill her ears and her anger to unleash. When she finally stopped, her knuckles were ripped open and bleeding, and she still didn’t feel any better.

She had to remind herself that Nick needed to be up by seven because he had a breakfast meeting to attend at eight. As she tended to her knuckles she thought about one of the happier times in her life, but to no avail did it actually calm her down.

In fact she was never truthfully able to rid the past from her mind and she had to wonder whether or not she was going insane after everything.

Nick was floating between consciousness and unconsciousness when he heard the door open. He groaned and rolled to his stomach burying his head into the pillow. He was having the best dream he’d had in a long time.

Cup of tea in hand Gwen watched him smiling softly. She’d been making enough noise to wake the dead within the last half-hour, but he wouldn’t listen. She sat the cup on the nightstand before climbing under the covers beside him.

She soaked in his warmth for a minute, remembering how it was to wake up beside him on a sunny day. God how she’d missed him, and she hated him at the moment as well. She had been in love with him for years but he was too stubborn and idiotic to realize that.

She shook her head lightly and kissed his bare shoulder, “Nicky, come on baby time to wake up.”

She kissed him on the cheek, “Wake up and I promise to give you a nice surprise.”

His head turned toward her and without realizing kissed him teasingly while rubbing against him. His mouth opened and she slipped her tongue in. The kiss started lightheartedly and then slipped beyond her control to where she was pouring everything into it. Then she was on her back staring up into angry blue eyes.

Nick watched her for a minute, wondering if the desire in her eyes would disappear like it had in his dream. It didn’t and that scared the hell out of him because he knew that was more than likely what was shining in his.

She was the first to speak, “Want to get off me?”

“Why on earth would I want to do that? You’re the one that started something why not finish it?”

“Because I already accomplished what I wanted to accomplish. You’re awake are you not?”

“I’m still deciding whether or not this is a dream. I never thought I lived to see the day where you’d be back in my bed.”

Her cheeks flamed and that brought him a perverse reaction. He wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. He rolled off of her onto his back and said, “So does this mean you’ve forgiven me?”

The pillow hit him in the head and Gwen replied, “Does it seem like I’ve forgiven you Nick? First why don’t you tell me what I should forgive you for?”

“Well you are using my first name instead of Carter. Of course you stopped calling me Carter two months after we started dating. I was thinking that maybe you forgave me for breaking up.”

Gwen nodded her head a minute. “Why don’t we start with why you broke up with me Nick? It was because I just wasn’t good enough correct?”

He sat up and stared at her baffled. She hadn’t known how unfair it was to herself, only seeing him for days at a time during the year. “I really don’t want to talk about this Gwen. I’m sorry I brought it up.”

He slipped out of the bed and headed to the bathroom, but he should have known that she was too stubborn to let it go. “No Nick. Tell me why wasn’t I good enough to for the world famous Nick Carter.”

Her voice remained calm and her eyes cool, the desire gone. He could handle her like this, always had been able to but if she went soft and teary-eyed he was a goner. When had everything gotten so screwed up in his life? He honestly couldn’t remember. The whole conversation was spinning out of control and all because he had to bring up the past.

His thoughts were wandering when he noticed her pick up the cup beside the bed and take a drink. Think Carter, he told himself. “This isn’t the right time for us to talk. I need a shower and then I have a meeting which I’m certain you’ll want to attend.”

“Screw you Nick. I want an answer to my question and damn it you are going to tell me it.”
He was nervous and that shocked her slightly.

She’d only seen him nervous a few times, at least where it was visible. Finally he sighed, “Don’t you get it even after these past five years? It wasn’t you that wasn’t good enough. I was the one that wasn’t good enough. It wasn’t fair that you were only able to see me a few weeks here and there months apart.”

She sat there for a minute her eyes unwavering. Quite frankly she believed his answer and that made her even madder. Calmly she sipped her tea, “So you decided to play hero and save myself from the misery of only seeing you every now and then.”

“Pretty much, I’m so sorry.” He watched her unfold her legs from the bed and stand up. “No stay sitting please. If you hit me you can’t leave bruises, they guys will notice.”

“I’m sure they will Carter. I’d suggest you take your shower and get over whatever has inflicted you.” She replied saucily, adding a quick peek below his waist.

He heard her laughing as he escaped into the bathroom. Stubborn woman, he thought, but damn could she still get him worked up.