Chapter 4
The thing was that all three of them had nightmares. All had trauma even if one couldn’t really remember the trauma. It caused all of them to wake up at night.
Matt
Kelsey woke to screaming. She sat up, eyes wide as her heart thrummed in her chest.
Ba-da. Ba-da. Ba-da.
(They found her, they found her)
She stood up, going for her wand. Screaming meant the safe house was found, screaming meant they’d found her. Screaming meant-
“Matt!” A childish voice cut through her panic and she stopped.
Matt. Harry. Children. She wasn’t in England. She was in Chicago. She wasn’t in a safe house with the Prewitt brothers. (They died and she had lived.)
“Harry? Matt?” She called out, voice shaky. She left her room to where their room was, Matt awake and shaking, having been the one screaming. Harry’s eyes were wide and scared as she turned on the lights, trying to comfort Matt the best he could.
“Mom!” Harry said, sounding terrified. “He just started screaming and…”
“I’m here,” Kelsey promised, going over to sit on the bed, pulling Matt onto her lap. “I’m here.”
“Blood, Dad, gun…” Matt was muttering something but those were the only words that made any sense. Kelsey felt her heart break and she hugged Matt tighter.
Shit, she should have known.
“I’m here Matt. I promise.” She said to the little boy. “I’m here.”
Matt ended up sobbing himself to sleep that night. Kelsey hated everything.
Harry
Matt woke up to whimpering. While the room was silenced, he had a hard time sleeping without any sound and thus his side of the room was free to listen to. Harry’s heartbeat helped greatly when he woke from nightmares of blood and the sound of a gunshot and…
But it also meant he woke to whimpers at times. Whimpers and soft cries from Harry. Where he woke with no sound because sound was bad. Sound meant his aunt and uncle would hurt him.
Matt didn't know much about Harry's past but he had heard so much after the accident. He had heard so many children screaming in fear in Hell's kitchen. He heard so much abuse. It made him sick.
Matt got out of bed to go over to Harry’s. He climbed into the younger boy’s bed and wrapped his arms around him, silently comforting the boy who curled into the warmth of Matt.
They slept the rest of the night like that, and Harry hugged Matt extra tight in the morning.
Kelsey
Harry kind of hated the silencing on their room. He understood why it was needed and liked it for that reason but…
Sometimes they woke up to find his mom in the kitchen, bent over a cup of coffee with her wand in reach, a pile of papers containing escape plans and battle plans and letters. Many letters to people she would later burn.
He wasn’t stupid. It was like his nightmares about his aunt and uncle or Matt’s about his dad and the accident that cost him his sight.
It sucked she never let them help with hers like she helped with Matt’s or Matt helped with his and Harry really hoped one day she would let someone help.