"Aaagghgghg!" She breathlessly shouted as she jumped out of bed and paced the room, rubbing her palm up and down across her face.
She was not dreaming, but her reality seemed worse than when she had a nightmare.
Much, much worse.
So much worse.
She barely slept a wink, but sleep was the last thing on her mind. She had to think of a way to escape this ongoing nightmare before those monsters swallowed her alive.
"Haley, think." She told herself as thousands of thoughts fought for her attention.
She could not marry that monster. She would never agree to what her father wanted her to do. She would die first before she became his puppet again.
Speaking of dying, Gerald was alive. At least, that was what her father was telling her. Although she still had no concrete proof, it appeared her heart wanted to believe every word of it.
