Just seeing Sharon was enough to terrify me and now Lucas was here too. Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked at him and I couldn’t hold back any longer—I fainted.
I had a dream, a terrible dream. In it, I was back in the mental hospital, with the attending doctor administering electroshock therapy while relentlessly drilling into my mind that I was unworthy of Lucas. The agony was unbearable and I screamed for mercy, “Please, let me go! I swear I don’t love Lucas anymore! I don’t love him! I don’t love him!”
But then Lucas appeared in my dream, holding me tightly and begging in a hoarse voice, “Helena, don’t leave me.”
I jolted awake, staring at the white ceiling, realizing it was just a nightmare. But one part of the dream was real, I was in Lucas’s arms. I tried to push him away, but he only held me tighter.
“Helena, please, get better,” he murmured.
Get better? Yes, I had to get better. If I didn’t, he and Sharon would send me back to the mental hospital. I nodded numbly in his embrace. “Lucas, I’m fine.”
“Helena, what did they do to you?” He finally let go, looking down at me with concern.