Stuff of Nightmares

Ben took a deep breath, staring up at the ceiling. I pulled the blanket up over us. A chill had gone through my entire body at the admission of what he had just said, that he had died the night Verina had died. I had no idea what he was talking about, but he was about to tell me, and I was listening as intently as I’ve ever listened to anything before.

“That night, when Verina had already hit Brice with that blow, I knew I had to do something, or she was going to kill him, and I wasn’t prepared to watch that happen. I know he’s never been my best friend, but he was beginning to mean something to you.”

I wanted to interrupt and remind him that he means a hell of a lot more to me than Brice does, or anyone else, for that matter, but I didn’t say anything. The last thing I wanted to do was interrupt him and make him stop talking