Holding my hand, Uncle snapped me out of my daydream. He had been with me since the day he found me passed out on the floor in my own vomit, a bottle of Jack beside me. Not a proud moment for me, I must admit. I found my leg twitching and immediately stopped. “Honestly, I am a little. I’ve never been hypnotised before, so I don’t know what to expect.” Uncle gently stroked my hand and smiled at me. He had a nice smile, a tender smile. I liked Uncle, but I knew there was something dark about him. It was the one thing that kept me away and told me to run. It didn’t matter how much he was helping me. Something in my gut told me to be careful. “You are in very good hands. I’ve known Dr. Reynolds for many years now. She’s very good at what she does. She will help you with your nightmares.” He paused a moment, caressing my cheek. “I can’t stand hearing you scream in the middle of the night. You shake and you beg me to give you a drink.
