Ouch, damn it," a voice swore. And Carolin sat up, drenched in sweat. Breathing heavily, she looked at Caleb, who was sitting next to her and holding his cheek. "Did you have to hit me right away?" He said sternly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to," said Carolin quickly. He took his hand from his cheek and some blood was stuck to it. "Well, it could be worse," he mumbled. "Did you have a nightmare or what was going on?" He wanted to know. "Yes, I've had nightmares since I was eight," admitted Carolin. “You saw how he killed your mother. How he stood in front of her corpse? ”He asked, it sounded more like a statement.“ Where from? ”Carolin stuttered. He smiled and cocked his head slightly. "Cute, you're getting all red again," he said, laughing uproariously. "You're like an open book," he said. "Yes," she growled. "I know, should I tell you about my childhood?", He asked and let himself fall back on the mattress. Sighing, she lay down nex
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