Chapter 40

ALEXANDER

Today I had woken up in the wee hours of the morning with the horrible nightmare about that day, I am immensely grateful to Isabella for not blaming me for what happened but I can't let it go, not when those images haunt me.

In many of my nights that day is replayed, filling me with fear for seeing her like that, replaying the same terror I experienced thinking she might be dead, the same guilt for allowing her to be harmed like that, for not being able to protect her from either my sister or her father.

Every time I dream of that damn day I wake up sweating, my heart pounding and trying to remember that she is okay, that this is part of the past, wanting to make sure she is really okay and needing to see her.

Then I have to calm my anxiety to see her, so as not to disturb her life and much less tell her what is happening to me, I hoped that at least by imprisoning the main cause these nightmares could be lessened.

But that bastard is still free, this has me in a constant s