All Chapters of Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

DANIELLE'S P.O.V. The feelings that I experienced at the surprise dinner with Adrian were new; raw, and they were as terrifying as they were exciting. More than I cared to admit, these new feelings coursed through my body and surged through my being, every waking moment, in those days that led after the dinner. I could barely look at Adrian without my chest surging or without my heart beating as fast as a horse's gallop; it was frightening to feel and I feared, and dreaded, that moment when I would have to accept these feelings of mine for what they really were. The days following the surprise dinner rolled by faster than I hoped than they would and without much warning or alerting, the day of my truth finally arrived. That morning was like any other morning that I'd had in the house that I now shared with my husband. I woke up to the sunlight, in its full glory, shining its bright and luscious light; as usual, the morning sun light licked its way, mutely, through the closed

DANIELLE'S P.O.V. As I made my way from the doctor’s office back to the front desk; this time with me following the lead of another nurse as the one who had brought me to the doctor’s office earlier had left to do something important; I wrenched my hands due to the barrage of jittery nerves that coursed through my body. I was way beyond anxious, terrified, and frightened; there could not have been better words to describe the way that I was feeling at that moment. On reaching the front desk, I could barely even muster up a smile in greeting to the receptionist. I replied her cheerful farewell with a reluctant and depressing one of my own as I was unable to pretend that my day was anything but dreary. The lift from the clinic proper to the parking lot below it seemed like one of the longest journeys that I had ever had to take. The air in the elevator felt stifling and suffocating and I was on the verge of breaking down right there and coming undone completely. I could only be gr

DANIELLE’S P.O.V.The rest of the day passed by in a blur and I spent most of it in my bedroom; the one that I had been assigned before the accident with my father in-law, Alfred, had occurred, before Adrian and I had gotten much closer, and before I had started to share Adrian’s room with him due to the passionate activities that we frequently partook in. I spent the rest of the day in my very own bedroom, watching as the morning rolled into afternoon and afternoon into evening while I was deeply buried in my thoughts. By the time the night had rolled by, I was tired and exhausted of the anger that coursed through my veins as I replayed the day’s events over and over in my head. I could scarcely believe that Adrian could dare to speak to me in the manner that he had and my veins nearly popped from the livid thoughts that ran through my head. The only form of recourse that I experienced from remembering the things that he had said were the vengeful thoughts that soared through my min

DANIELLE’S P.O.V.I had no idea how long I sat in my bed, my phone held loosely by my left ear with my left hand, and my eyes staring blankly at the screen of my laptop which sat in front of me. I could neither move nor speak, and I also could not fathom why I was having such an extreme reaction to hearing that familiar voice and confirming that I had accidentally picked up the phone call of the third one out of the three people that I wanted to avoid the most at that moment; the first and second people being both my husband and my father respectively. “Hello, Dannie?” I heard Chase ask in inquiry of whether I was still on the phone or not. I could not bring myself to reply him my mind started to race with the most ideal and quickest way that I could get myself out of the mess that my being careless had cost me. “Dannie, I know that you can hear me. I know that you are listening to me.” He said. His statement received no comments from me as I continued to keep my lips tightly pres

DANIELLE’S P.O.V. When I woke up with a heavy head, dry throat, and a groggy feeling, I knew that I had been right in been reluctant to meet up with Chase in the first place; I realized, then and there, that the decision that I had taken was now to be one of my ultimate regrets. With a heavily throbbing head and eyes that felt like they had just been burnt by the sun, I looked around at where I was but I could see nothing except a small sliver of light from a little window. The lighting was poor and the only, very thin, stream of light came from that small window at the other end of the room. I peered around the eerie and unfamiliar room, trying to make sense of my situation and as I struggled to assess my surroundings, my head ached and my stomach retched. I was parched as both my tongue and throat felt dry, and I pondered how in the word I had gotten myself into such a mess of a predicament. How had I gotten into this small room with stifling and suffocating air? Why