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get there in time. My father pulled up next
to us and shot my mother in the head. I climbed out of the car
window, watched her body carried off and watched him get arrested.
Then a police officer picked me up, brought me to the station and I
waited there until someone from the orphanage came to get me.”
    Jason could hardly believe what he had just heard.
He knew that Sam’s biological mother was dead, and that her father
was in jail, but he’d never known the two events were
connected.
    “And then I see my mom and dad when they came to
adopt me, but my biological parents are standing in the background,
watching everything.”
    “Then my dream goes to when my mom made me the
quilt, the white one with the flowers. But for a second her eyes
change to the same color as my biological father’s—black. And in
the background I see my parent’s car crash into the drunk
driver.”
    “After that, I’m sitting in between John and Matt at
my Mom and Dad’s funeral. I look up and see my biological parents
standing next to my parents coffins. My ‘mother’ is wearing a black
dress and my ‘father’ is wearing a black suit, shirt and tie. And
he’s holding a gun and shoots my biological mother in the head
again, and blood splatters all over mom and dad’s coffins. I’m
suddenly up there looking into the coffins and my parents’ faces
change to my biological parents. Dad’s face is my biological
father’s, mom’s face is my biological mother’s. Then they open
their eyes, glaring up at me.”
    “Then it’s back to normal. And beside my mom’s
coffin is my biological mother, besides my dad’s is my biological
father. They both take out a gun. My biological mother points it
into mom’s face. My biological father points it into dad’s face.
Then, at the same time they pull the trigger. And I wake up.”
    By this time there were a flood of tears pouring out
of Sam’s eyes, and Jason had wrapped his arms around her, holding
her close and stroking her hair.
    “It’s okay,” he said, trying to comfort her and not
knowing what else to say. “Shhh . . . it was only a dream.”
    “I know.” She stuttered and drew in a long,
quivering breath. “But I keep having the same dream over and
over.”
    “Every night?” Jason asked, rubbing her back.
    “No. But three or four times a week. And it just
seems so real and I hate thinking about my biological parents.” She
said this all in one rush of breath.
    “I know.” Jason nodded, and held her chin between
two fingers. He wanted her to take a real breath but she
continued.
    “And then I think about you-” She was rushing her
words again. The moonlight shone through the curtains into her
room. It touched her face and hair, making them light up.
    “Me?”
    “-and you’re dad.” The words poured from her mouth
like acid.
    “Oh.” Jason’s voice turned dark.
    “I’m sorry.” Sam squeezed his hand.
    “Why?” He asked as he looked at the journal on her
dresser.
    “I don’t know. I didn’t mean to bring up your dad.”
She stuttered over her words and a small hiccup escaped her
lips.
    “It’s okay, Sam.” There was a silence, except for
the sound of Sam’s sobs. “Why would your dream remind you of me and
my dad?”
    “Jason, I’m not stupid. I know your dad beats you.”
She hiccupped again and sobbed even harder. Long sobs ripped
through her body. She couldn’t stand the fact that Jason’s father
beat him. She cared about Jason so much, and she’d seen the bruises
on his arms and face, even seen him get beaten a few times
(although he didn’t know she saw). She hated his father, like she’d
never hated anyone before, even her biological parents.
    “I hate it. At least I got away, at least I only had
to deal with a few years of it, you haven’t gotten away yet.” She
finally allowed herself to look at him.
    Jason’s eyes were closed. He hated it too, and his
father. But what he hated even more was thinking that Sam ever had
to go through the