|Posted by Brenda Dyer on October 30, 2011 at 1:00 PM|
“Bethany! Bethany, nooo!” Mel's shouts filled the darkness as he shot off the bed.
Breeana scrambled off the bed and fumbled around in the dark. Her outstretched hands skimmed over the night table until she felt the lamp. She switched it on and light bathed the room in a soft glow.
Mel stood in the center of the room. His arms thrashed about and his breath whistled out in fast erratic bursts.
“I know you did it, you murdering bastard.” He looked wildly around at no one she could see. “I know you did it.”
She ran around the bed and grabbed his flailing arms. “Mel, wake up!” She couldn't hold him. With a vicious curse, he tugged free. He backed away from her with panic-filled eyes.
Mel,” she called louder. “Wake-up. You're having a nightmare.”