Emily's POV -
I've lost count on how many times I woke in the night breaking out in cold sweats. Every dream always ended with Jake standing in front of me, his hand clutching a gun before he raised it and pulled the trigger.
My eyes snap open and I struggle to breathe as I glance at my surroundings, feeling out of place. The door opens and I instantly bury myself back against the wall, pulling the covers over me.
"Emily."
I hear footsteps and the covers are pulled down, exposing my shaking form. I lie with my hands over my head protectively, whimpering and quivering in the dark room. I feel strong arms wrap around me and pull me close towards a warm chest.
"Shh, it's okay." He murmurs down my ear.
"Jake, I'm so scared." I cry out, my throat dry. I feel his body stiffen up and his hands move away from me abruptly.
"Go to sleep Em."
My head rests against the pillow and my eyes grow heavy once again with sleep.