CHAPTER NINETY - TWO - THE AFTERMATH OF THE NIGHTMARE.

Help me! Mateo's eyes snapped open, and he shot up to a sitting position on the bed, his chest heaving as if he had been running for his life. He was drenched in sweat, his sheets soaked through as if he had been submerged in a pool of water. He sat there for a moment, trying to catch his breath, his heart racing like a wild animal in his chest. As he blinked and looked around, his mind began to clear, and the memories came flooding back slowly. The nightmare he had just woken up from wasn't just a dream - it was a memory. A memory he had tried to suppress for so long, but it still lingered, haunting him like a ghost. It's been long since he last dreamt of that night although, and the times when he did, his mind always played tricks on him distorting his memory of that mind. That night that Mr. Fernandez had been murdered, and the night had resurfaced as a distorted hallucination, he had been able to sleep because he had slept in Isabella's arms. But this right here, thi