Rafael woke up in a pool of his own cold sweat. His hands clutched the white sheets that pooled around him when he had sat up so abruptly. His heart raced and pounded against his skin as he got himself grounded and hopefully less dizzy.

He had another nightmare of the touches his step-mother, April would leave on him. It was like he could still feel the invisible touches on his skin, making this even more uncomfortable than it needed to be. A disgusted shiver ran through him. Rafael felt sick to his stomach.

There was no light source within his reach so he blindly grasped his phone, dialing a number that he knew would help. Rafael could've called his twin brother, Elias. Of course Elias would know and understand what he was talking about. But instead, he called you. He needed you. So, with out of control and horribly shaky hands, he pressed dial.