I closed my bedroom door behind me, and sighed, my back pressed up against the metal door. I slid down and put my head in hands.

"Why am I so tired?" I asked myself aloud as I laid down on the floor, not caring if it was dirty or not. My eyes fluttered closed, but they shot back open when I heard the door get kicked open. I shot upwards and was greeted with a hand to my throat. I gagged and squirmed, the person started to lift me off the ground. It was hard to see who it was, tears spilling out of my eyes due the pain. An unpleasant aroma hit my nostrils as I struggled to breath and I knew who it was.

It was Lucas Scale.

I clawed at his gnarled hands, starting to turn into my wolf form. My ears were ringing, but I could tell that Scale was laughing. My vision started blur, and I was running out of air. Everything was slipping from me, I felt like I was floating, I couldn't feel anything, but I could hear something.

"Tammy, Tammy. . .TAMITHA!"

I jumped as my eyes opened, gulping for air and sitting up straight. My heart was racing and I wasn't sure where I was.

"Tammy, are you alright?" A voice asked. I looked to my right to see Clint crouching down next to me, he seemed distressed.

"Clint. . ." I whispered. Clint nodded, not sure what was happening. I threw my arms around him, sobbing into his shoulder.

"Clint, oh God, it was awful!" I sobbed, the nightmare seared into my brain.

"Tam, what's going on?"

"I-I had a nightmare! And, Scale was there, and he-he killed me. Clint, I-I'm so scared right now." My voice broke and I could feel another sob building up.

"Shhh, it's okay," Clint soothed, hugging me and pulling me into his lap. I don't know how long we stayed like that, with my head buried in his shoulder, and him rocking me while in his lap. I honestly didn't care, because I felt safe. . .isn't that what matters?

"Clint. . ." I muttered.

"Yeah?" I heard him reply. I pulled away, wiping at my eyes.

"Can I tell you something?"

"Sure, go ahead." Clint readjusted himself, his hands on my hips so I wasn't jostled by him moving. Clint had positioned himself so that he was leaning his back against my bed as he was on the floor, I was straddling his hips.

"I, honestly, haven't had that bad of a nightmare for years. . . Do you think something's up?" Clint eyes widened a bit.

"I didn't find you on accident, Tammy. I came here to tell you something that happened with Sandfurrow. He started laughing and saying something about how, 'Not even the most promising thing is going to keep us safe.' " Clint said.

"And, I was thinking about what the promising thing is. . ." Clint trailed off.

"I-I don't know." I replied, not knowing the answer either. It was silent for a few moments.

"This position kinda hurts my knees." I said, laughing airily afterward. Clint chuckled.

"Sorry." He said, smiling, his forehead knocking into mine softly.

"It's okay." I said, smiling as well. For a second, I had forgotten that I just had one of the worst nightmares I could possibly imagine. All that was in my head was that Clint and I weren't being bothered by anyone or anything at the moment. I sound like a hopeless romantic, but it's true. I looked into Clint's eyes, him looking back. Images of what happened in the car the other night flashing in my head like a cinema, but the happy memories were soon replaced by the nightmare's. I pulled away, letting out a yelp and gasping for air yet again. Clint hugged me, I could hear his steady heartbeat. It was comforting, the soft and echoing:

Ba-dum

Ba-dum

Ba-dum

I felt weak, like a newborn child, I was useless to the world at the moment. I could feel my eyes starting to fall again. The closed for a second before I heard Clint;

"Tammy, don't fall asleep," Clint's voice sounded deeper with my ear pressed against him. I nodded, pressing my palm into my left eye to make it stay open, doing the same with the other. I could feel Clint rubbing my back soothingly, my body relaxing under his touch. I felt his hand go under my shirt, I didn't protest until he tried to unclip my bra.

"Clint!" I exclaimed, sitting up and slapping his chest. Clint's eyes flashed with anger. Out of no where he pinned me to ground, one hand holding my wrists as the other went under my shirt again.

"Clint! Let me go!" I yelled, tears starting to fall down my face.

"Shut up!" He growled. I closed my eyes, this can't really be happening. I opened my eyes, but only saw Clint's shoulder as he hungrily went after my neck. I couldn't just let him do this. I opened my mouth to let out a scream, before I could even let it out, Clint's fist collided with my forehead. Everything went black.

I screamed, sitting up. My shirt clung to my body, cold sweat causing the material to stick. My vision was blurry with tears, I wasn't able to see exactly who was there but I saw figures.

"Tammy!" A voice said, a figure coming up to me. Judging by the voice it was Bruce. As soon as he reached me, I threw myself around him, crying once again.

"It- just- keeps- h-happening. . ." I sobbed out. Bruce rubbed my back, trying to comfort me. But nothing was going to help me with these nightmares.