I try my best not to fall asleep. It's only four in the afternoon and I am driving home from work. Falling asleep behind the steering wheel doesn't sound like the best idea.

I have had a total of 23 hours of sleep for the two last weeks. The nightmares are killing me. I don't know why I'm having them again. I have been thinking about calling Dr. Stevens but it makes me feel like a failure.

Hell, everything these days makes me feel like a fucking failure.

I can't even let my boyfriend have a full night sleep. Instead I wake him up by sobbing in my sleep. Blain refuses to leave me at night, I have told him multiple times to go and sleep in his own bed.

He's too stubborn. It would be easier for him if he left, he knows that. It makes me irritated when he pretends that he doesn't. I'm not a child and he's not my parent, I can take care of my self.

Don't get wrong, I love the fact that he is trying to help. He might just be trying a little too hard.

I park my car outside and make my way up the stairs to my door. Every step feels heavier than the one before.

The door is already unlocked when I open it which means that Blain is home. Should I say home? He has his own apartment.

""

I follow his voice and find him in a red appron. Looking like a mouse from cinderella.

"Uh... What are you doing?" I ask amusement lacing my voice.

"" He says and turns around. "" He says trying to cover up his mistake.

I know I look horrible, my hair is a mess, my eyes are blood shot and the bags under my eyes are the same color as the sky just before it turns black at night.

"Wow thank you. Anyway why are you baking?" I say.

He shruggs.

"There must be a reason."

"" He says. I move my way over and sit on the kitchen counter where he hasn't made a mess.

"Aren't you tried? Are you sure you shouldn't go and sleep at your place tonight?" I ask and he looks up from the bowl.

"" He tells me.

I know my answer will be harsh. And I also know the only reason I will be saying this is because of the lack of sleep, nightmares and the fact that I just right about now expect him to leave me and find some other barbie to screw.

"You are not my parent! I could take perfectly good care of my self before you were in the picture." I snap at him.

Not even a little bit of hurt flashes in his eyes like I expected that it would, instead he just takes on step closer to me. His minty breath fans my face.

"" He whispers. Tears burn my eyes and I blink them away"" He chuckles.

He wraps his arms around my waist.

"I love you." I whisper against his lips and he kisses me softly. A comforting kiss that's all before he turns around and continue with what he did before.

I walk out the kitchen and grab my phone from my pocket.

One signal.

Two signals.

"Dr. Stevens speaking."