Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

#Chapter 218: On Your Side

Moana

The medicine that Selina gave me must have made me sleep for a long time, because it was bright outside when I finally woke up. When I rolled over to glance at my clock with my bleary eyes, I saw that it was eight o’clock in the morning already even though it felt as though I only slept for five minutes. Yawning, I rolled back onto my back and suddenly felt a comforting presence beside me. It was Edrick.

Moving slowly in order not to wake him, I slowly rolled over to face Edrick and couldn’t help but smile. He was sleeping soundly beside me. I hadn’t been dragged off to a psychiatric facility in my sleep; at least, not yet. Slowly, his eyes cracked open and he turned to face me. His hand came up and stroked my hair for a moment before he pulled me in tightly and let me bury my face in his chest.

We stayed like that for a long time, just holding each other. I breathed in his scent in big, deep breaths, and felt myself relax a little more with each one. When we finally pulled away, I felt a little bit better. But the concerned look on Edrick’s face made my comfort turn into more worry.

“Selina told you, didn’t she?” I asked quietly, feeling my heart start to race as I started to fear the worst.

Edrick slowly nodded. Instantly, I felt tears begin to well up in my tired eyes. “Are you going to send me away to a mental institution?”

close again and shushed me. “Of course not,” he whispered, stroking my back while I quietly cried into his chest. “I wouldn’t do that unless there was absolutely no other choice, and even then it would take a lot to convince me to send you away like that. I’m always

looked down at me with nothing but love in his eyes. It was comforting to know that he wasn’t going to send me away, but at the same time, I was still scared of myself. As the memories of my drawings slowly floated back into my groggy mind, I felt more and more guilty and afraid by the horrible images that I drew when I was unconscious. While many of the images were just violent nonsense, depicting things like blood and gore, the one picture that really stuck in my mind was the picture of the same knife from my dream about Michael; the one that had the slightly curved blade and the

the knife. He seemed to have a puzzled expression on his face,

sitting up and rubbing my tired eyes. “Have

leaned his back against the headboard of my bed. When I looked over at him, I saw that he was repeatedly running

want you to worry about it, alright? Maybe you just saw a picture of it somewhere and forgot. If you’re really worried about it, I can look into it for you;

Edrick, and he was right; stressing over it wouldn’t help any. Sighing, I reached over to my bedside table to get a drink of water, and as I

gave me

me.

my hand and pursed my lips, thinking. I had never heard much about hypnotherapy, but it sounded interesting. And if it could get to the bottom of these strange occurrences I was having, then maybe it would be helpful in more ways than one. Maybe this therapist could help me realize that the dream about Michael and the violent drawings were just created by my stress and didn’t have any tangible meaning, or maybe he could use hypnotherapy to help me understand whether there was actually a deeper meaning behind these things and could

I’ll give it a shot, I guess,” I finally said, still holding the small piece of paper in my hand. “If you think

good for you to talk to someone with experience,” he said. “I won’t force you to do it, but I do think that you should try.