Only, he didn’t care.
He ran headlong into the darkness, and as he did, he screamed louder than he ever had before—even the day he came home and found Will dead in their bedroom.
Destroyed.
The darkness seemed to go on forever. There was no light at the end of this tunnel.
Then, it happened.
It was when he felt something touching him on his body that he pulled away from dream and rolled so fast. The cop training and all of those years kicked in.
He pulled his gun, and opened his eyes.
Beneath him, as he rolled was his partner, and Alex’s eyes were huge.
And filled with so much fear.
Corbin’s gun was under his chin, and his finger was on the trigger.
Everything paused.
Finally, Alex spoke.
“You were having a nightmare,” he said, softly. “I was trying to wake you up.”
That hung there.
Then, as he realized how dangerous he was to be around, Corbin knew what he needed to do.
Fuck what Will said.
Fuck his past, his future, and his present.
He put his gun away.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare or hurt you,” Corbin said, moving away from him.
Alex was scared, because he’d not seen that coming. He hadn’t been able to wake him up, and then all of the sudden, he was on his back, the man above him, and the gun…
He’d been worried about the feral noises coming from the man as he seemed to do battle. It began as whimpers, like a trapped, wounded animal, and then, it went full-on rage.
It.
Was.
Terrifying.
“Are you okay?” Alex asked, trying not to think about how he’d felt despite the fear. Being beneath Corbin had…been interesting.
At his words, Corbin wasn’t sure anymore.
Was he okay?
No.
Then again, he never would be, but that was his burden to carry.
So, he lied like he had for the last fifteen plus years.
