Worth The Trouble ?

Song: The King // Conan Gray

I know the past few chapters have been boring, so I really hope you enjoy this one!

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THREE WEEKS LATER

I woke up at three in the morning from another fucking nightmare. This time, it wasn't about the robber. There was no man, no Adam, and no gun. The dream started off with me entering a modern office. The chair's back was facing me and there seemed to be someone sitting on it. I hesitantly took a seat on the chair in front of the desk and waited for the figure to show itself.

I leaned forward to try and peer behind the chair, "Hello? Ms. Krawford?"

The sound of a malicious laugh filled the atmosphere. The person sitting behind the desk turned around to face me. Her lips were tugged up into a sinful grin, her white teeth shining in the dim room. Her fingers were spread across the armrests, and her purple acrylic nails made me feel uncomfortable.

"Did you really think I'd actually hire you?" She sneered, tilting her head mockingly. "Your entire life has been a pathetic attempt at perfection, Amber. Your resume was laughable– you barely have enough experience to be a receptionist. What makes you think you have it in you to replace me– to become editor-in-chief?"

The scene changed from the dimly lit office to an apartment. I could see myself, swaying a baby in my arms. I had bags and dark circles under my eyes, my hair was a mess and so was the entire apartment. I looked dead– there was no light in my eyes and my behavior was borderline apathetic.

I wasn't myself anymore, and the thought alone made me wake up with a cold sweat.

A few hours after I woke up, I started feeling nauseous and threw up whatever I had for dinner last night. I crawled back into bed and urged my headache to magically disappear, but if anything, it became worse as the hours passed.

At seven, I heard the bedroom door creak open. My back was facing the entrance, so I couldn't tell who'd come in. Seconds later, someone ran into my room and jumped onto my bed. They crawled towards me and ripped the blankets off my body.

"Tata! Come on, it's time for breakfast!" Antoine squealed, shaking my shoulder with his tiny hands.

I winced at his high-pitched voice mixed with the shaking– my headache was practically migrating to my eyes now. I flipped myself over and smiled at the sight of my nephew in his school uniform. His curly hair was unruly, just like his mother's, and his lips were tugged up to a teeth-bearing grin.

"Bonjour, tata!"

I reached over and wrapped my arms around his small figure, pulling him down to me. I tightened my hold on him and peppered kisses on his forehead, making him squirm and giggle.

"Bonjour, mon chouchou," I replied into his head of hair.

"Papa is making waffles today!" He exclaimed excitedly, and I had to refrain from scrunching up my face at how my headache managed to intensify because of his yell.

"That sounds delicious," I said softly, tilting my head to the door. "Allons-y à la cuisine." 

I stood up from the mattress, and Antoine took that as an invitation to jump onto my back. I stumbled forward at the impact, a small 'oof' escaping my lips, and looked over my shoulder to find him looking at me with a smile.

"Piggy-back ride!" He said, pointing at the direction of the bedroom door.

I sighed and shook my head playfully, "D'accord."