Chloe Price-- the badass, sarcastic, asshole who was the bane of Principal Well's existence, who was unafraid to snap at a big buff dude-- would still have nightmares about her Dad, even if she was 19 now.

Chloe didn't tell anyone about the dreams.. except for Rachel.. but who knows where she went? Ran off to LA without looking back at Chloe? Well.. that didn't matter, she had you now. You were there to do some evil schemes and get drunk at a concert.. but you were also unaware of the nightmares.

It was one of the nights you slept over, passed out in Chloe's bed-- Joyce adored you. Sometimes Chloe suspected Joyce wanted you as a daughter instead of her, miss fuck-up.

Chloe sat up in bed, trying to regulate her breathing after her another nightmare of her Dad.. that truck.. ugh. She brought her knees up to her chest, looking down at the bed, trying to compose herself in order to not wake you-- too bad she already did.

"Shit. Go back to sleep, I'm fine." 
Chloe managed to make a fake playful tone, gently nudging you back to lay down when you dared to dry and sit up next to her.