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    When Beau opened her eyes again, forcing herself awake to escape the dark tangle of her dreams, there was something sitting on her chest. She could feel the weight of it, so heavy that she couldn’t move, could barely breathe, her eyes straining in the darkness. Was that the curve of a horn? Were those red eyes, glowing in the dark?

    “Molly.” It was barely a whisper, but just like that the figure vanished and Beau could move again, could sit up in bed and breathe even though she could still feel that weight on her chest, as heavy as six feet of dirt on top of her. She realized that she had a hand clamped over her mouth, and she wasn’t sure if it was to silence a scream or a sob but she’d be damned if she woke Jester up. A second later she was pulling on clothes and boots and heading out the window instead of taking the stairs, just like old times, when she was young and sneaking out of her parent’s house, too angry and young and wild to sleep. Just like then, she needed a drink or a fight or a fuck, anything to make her head be quiet, anything so she wouldn’t have to feel the weight on her chest.

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    26 Apr 2019