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    “Syd, wake up! Wake the fuck up! You are having a nightmare.” I thought I heard Damien from the haze my body was trying to snap out of...
    “Sydney!” It was Damien. He’d come to rescue me.
    I opened my eyes and flew across the bed. I huddled near the headboard and stared into espresso eyes. They weren’t the green eyes that were haunting me from my dream. They were warm pools of ebony trying to caress me back to the here and now.
    “Babe, are you okay?” It was Damien, and he was trying to soothe me.
    I looked down out myself and noticed that my clothes were stuck to me with sweat. Tears were quickly cascading down my face and my hair was falling out of my ponytail.
    I heaved a breath of relief. It was just another bad nightmare.
    “Yeah, Damien, I’m fine. It’s nothing. You can go back to bed.” But really, it wasn’t nothing . I had been raped, one of the most violent acts one can go through. I still didn’t understand how it happened. Up until that point, Wes had been a good guy. We saw one another on occasion and got along well. I should have known something was off when he came over drunk that night. The way he looked at me and the crude things he said about other women were so out of character. But maybe it was his true character, and I hadn’t discovered it until that dreadful night. When I’d gone to bed, I’d left him on the couch. I thought he’d passed out, but I was mistaken.
    “The hell it was nothing, you were thrashing around like a wild woman and scared out of your ever-loving mind.” He ran his hands through his hair.
    I could tell I had completely taken him off guard. I hope I hadn’t woken up the entire apartment complex.
    Admittedly, I was scared to death. Wes’s text message must have made the nightmare so much more intense than the others before.
    I felt violated.
    “You know I’m here if you want to talk about it, babe. I won’t judge you or hurt you. I’ll just be there for you. Like any friend would.” He looked at me, and I could tell he was completely sincere. It was a nice feeling to know that I had someone there for me in a huge city where I didn’t know anyone.
    “I really appreciate it. It’s just nothing I feel comfortable talking about right now. It was just a bad dream.” I pulled my ponytail from my head and rearranged it. “Honestly, I’m fine. It’s nothing to worry about.” But I could still feel my body quivering from a nightmare that had completely consumed me, and frankly, fucked me up. But I had to keep a brave face. I didn’t want Damien to know to what extent I was affected. A few more tears fell and I quickly wiped them away.
    “If you say so. Just know I stand behind my words. I’m here for you always.” He stared at me. They were sincere and kind like he really did care about what was going on with me.
    “Hey, Damien. Are you going to come back to bed, Sugar?” I looked up from my hands and saw a woman at my door. She was scantily dressed in Damien’s Rolling Stones shirt and talk about sex hair. It was out of control. She was a petite thing sorta like me with auburn red hair and pale milky white skin. I had to admit she was a looker. I looked at Damien, really looked at him. I hadn’t noticed before, but he was barely dressed. He had on a shirt and a pair of boxers. My God! What had I interrupted? I’m surprised he even heard me over what I could only imagine was a sex fest going on in his room.
    “Yeah, Mindy, I’ll be back in a second. I’m just checking on my roommate. Head back into the room.” He looked from her to me.
    “It’s Miranda, not Mindy.” She had a sneer stretched across her face.
    “Yeah, that’s what I meant. Miranda.”
    I looked at Damien. “Seriously, Damien?” How could he not know this woman’s name? What a flipping joke.
    He played innocent. “What, babe?”
    “You know what and don’t call me ‘babe.’” I lashed out at him. He so disgusted me. I gave him a push on his chest