"Get off of me!"

Randy's scream woke you from a dead sleep. You jolted up in bed, prepared to fight off whatever your boyfriend was yelling at. But the room was empty. Randy was tangled in the sheets beside you, desperately trying to wiggle free.

"Randy.. Randy, honey..." you said softly, rubbing his back. Tear tracks were drying on his face and his breathing was ragged. He was having that dream again. You kept rubbing and tried freeing him from the sheets.

"Get away.. leave me alone.." he whimpered, no longer screaming bloody murder. His eyelids twitched as he became a little more conscious.

"Just a nightmare," you promised, watching his soft blue eyes open all the way. They were the perfect shade of stormy blue and always took your breath away. Your hand found its way to his chest, fingers dancing over the jagged scar left by Ghostface years ago.

"Don't touch it," Randy pleaded, blinking back tears. "It's ugly."