She held her covers over herself in an attempt to hide from her nightmares. Curled in a ball, she felt protected and safe- much like a cat does when it sleeps that way. But if she had only known then what she knew now, she'd escape to dreams- no matter how terrifying- instead of reality.

She would soon learn- there are scarier things out there than heights and falling, and scarier men than the unknown murderer on the TV screen.

There was Him.

Her mother's husband.