Chapter 18 Alex Spanos

• Alex Spanos
• I woke up startled after another nightmare. My body was soaked in sweat from the night terror that traps me in torturous memories. I sat on the couch, ran my hand over my face, and remembered that I had left Bonnie in the bedroom because she had started undressing in visible distress.
• The nightmare is almost always the same. If I’m not being used as an ashtray to put out a cigarette, I’m hearing that damn Italian’s voice counting down, reminding me that I have to kill him. I wipe the sweat from my forehead and get up to go check if she’s already awake.