A Victim

"Get off me!" Daisy sprang up from her sleep and turned to her side to see an empty space beside her. She calmed her breathing, trying to recollect where she was.

"Oh my God, Brett!." She whispered, when she recollected.

"Don’t fucking touch me." Brett's voice echoed from the guestroom.

Throwing off the covers, Daisy scrambled out of bed and ran down the hallway to the guest room. She searched frantically for the switch on the wall. Hitting it with the flat of her palm, light exploded in the room, exposing Brett writhing on the bed. His legs were twisted in the bedding.

"Don’t do that to me, Ahhh!" He screamed.

His back arched up from the bed, his hands fisted in the sheets and he shouted again.

"Stop it, It hurts!"

"Brett." Daisy sobbed. "Please come back to me. You're dreaming, it's not real. Please come back to me, my Love."

He jerked violently and Daisy raced to his bedside, her heart twisted as she caught sight of him drenched with sweat. She placed her hand on h