Jenny curled in bed, under her covers, mindless of the sweltering temperatures outside. She always felt safe under at least a sheet and bedspread... and she could sleep however she wanted. She turned over and drifted deeper.
She was in the pink room. Jenny gasped in horror. She stood by the bed in her princess dress, hearing him come down the hall. She looked around frantically, trying to hide. The drawers under the bed kept her from crawling underneath, and the closet was too small to hide. She got the closet when she was bad.
Jenny had no idea how loudly she cried during the dream - she only knew she wanted it to end. The door opened and Carl walked in, grinning widely. She whimpered as he reached for his zipper, and she closed her eyes. She heard his pants hit the floor, and then she was thrown on the bed.
"We're gonna make a mess, little one!"
"No!" she cried
Suddenly, familar arms enveloped her and Charlie spoke soothingly in her ear.
"It's OK, Jen" he coaxed her, tears in his eyes. "It's OK Baby Girl. It's alright, I'm here. Remember? Carl's dead. He can't hurt you anymore". He pulled her close. Jenny was curled into a ball and sweating profusely.
"It's OK". He pulled her as close as he could.
"Go to sleep".
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