Haunting Nightmares

I woke up in the middle of the night twisting and turning violently. I was sweating profusely and trembling from the terrible nightmare I just had. I knew it was brought on by the prospect of going home to my stepfather.

The nightmare was so horrific, vivid and real. I was back home and my stepfather was his usual self. Drunk and angry. I shivered and pulled my blanket up to my chin as I recalled the look in his eyes as he did his worst to me. I felt tears stream down my face as flashes of the dream came back to me. Even though I have woken up, it was like I was still half asleep, because the dream was still in my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about what took place.

I heard the room door being opened slowly and my eyes shifted to the door. Still in a daze from my dream, I didn't remember where I was. I shrunk back on the bed and shake my head in fear. "Pl-please, please d-don't h-hurt me." I tried to get out as my voice shook.

"Kayla?" I heard a soft voice say, but my frazzled mind c