Twenty-Eight

VALERIA

I opened my eyes and quickly sat up in bed, my heart pounding with a nameless dread. The memory of the dream I had just had slipped through my mind like water through cracks. All I could remember was that the dream was frightening, scary. It had felt like I was trapped and that there was a something hanging over my head. I blinked and the memory of all that had happened yesterday came rushing back. I pressed my hand to my chest and felt it going like a triphammer. I groaned. It seemed like there would be no peace for me in my sleeping and waking moments until I had gotten rid of Jack.

I tried my best not to think about his threats as I swung my legs out of bed and began to prepare for work. I put on some music on my sound system, cranked the volume all the way up, hoping that somehow it would drown out my chaotic thoughts. The move worked to an extent and so in my car, I also turned on the radio, tuned into a music station. I hummed along with the singers and kept telling mys