Chelsea was trembling in his arms from the torments of some restless dream. He smoothed her hair, hummed, and gently kissed her neck. "It's alright baby, you're safe," he whispered. She woke with a start and locked eyes with him, and then relaxed, gripping fitfully at his arm around her. "Just a dream baby, just a dream," he soothed. She turned into him and nuzzled his chest while gripping at his shoulders and replied, "I know, I know, but that's not what is hurting." "What is it Chelsea?" "You know so little about me, and you are doing so much, risking so much for me. I want to tell you, I really do, but I'm so scared, and it hurts so much even to think about. He's so mean, Elias. Meaner than you know. Really. You handled him well but only because he didn't expect to be ambushed like that. Next time, he'll be ready for you, and the way he gets ready for things is with overkill." She looked up into his eyes, "Please don't leave me, and give me more time.
