At exactly five in the morning, Maxen's leg jerked, startling Olivia in her sleep.
Tiredness and lack of sleep clouded her mind and she was instantly brought back to a nightmare she kept forcing out of her mind since she was eight.
One. Two. Three. Four. Olivia rumbled on with her eyes closed as she frisked under her pillow on instinct. Her hand tightened her grip when she felt what she was looking for. She was soaked with sweat, her hair sticking together when a hand crawled on her waist and travelled to her arm. She sighed in relief when she realized who it was.
"Baby, it's me," Maxen cooed, nuzzling his nose on the back of her head. However, his eyes flew open when he felt what Olivia was clinging on to. He snatched it away from her and sprang up the bed.
Knife. A small pocket knife to be exact.
By the time he was able to formulate his words, Olivia was sitting upright on the bed, her back resting on the tufted headboard.
