My Mate Sent Me To Prison I Return As His Nightmare novel Chapter 145

Ethan fought the urge to allow his emotions to get the best of him. They were still miles away from the nearest hospital anyway.

She touched his hand and squeezed, "It's going to be okay," she whispered to him with a smile, catching his attention. He couldn't say anything, he just watched and

wished he could take the pain away.

She relished the view outside her window quickly and again turned to him.

"Right here, this is it. Stop the car,"

He pulled over, stepped outside, and rushed to her seat. He opened her door and helped her out carefully.

She was in pain and he was utterly unable to stop his pitying eyes from mirroring the pain in hers.

"Don't look at me that way" she managed as she rested her back on the car. "Come closer," she asked him. He rested one hand on the car, standing directly in front of her. "I want you to look at me like you want me,"

He forced a quick look but failed to see past her pain and she saw that. She rested her hands gently on his chest, "Kiss me, Ethan..."

He hesitated and then leaned in to grant her petition. But the moment his lips touched hers, he forgot. This kiss wasn't entirely meaningless. It was everything that makes any man weak and helpless. His other hand slid around her waist, first

she reacted to the stinging sensation because of the pain, then she imbibed the feeling of being touched. In a moment she could no longer feel the pain. He sucked

on her lips as the kissing deepened and she could feel her labored breathing returning to normal and then shooting dangerously pat that because of his hands on

her.

The sun's flaming red was beginning to peak from the horizon, millions of miles away and the mountains in the distance had provided temporal relief. It's color scattered across the prisms of the open sky and quickly dispelled the gloom that had

previously owned the night.

Its bright shell emerged from beneath and waited artistically to announce its arrival with a gentle breeze elaborating the tableau.

"There's something I need to tell you," she whispered in between the kissing.

"It can wait..." he replied, then continued absorbing her lips sweetly.

She closed her eyes, finally accepting her fate. But this was not entirely true. It was not entirely possible. Some strange pain had made it all possible for her to drift into this horrid dream. Some awful pain had constrained her to envision this unlikely happening.

Kate opened her eyes weakly, from her long and frightful dream, realizing that the coldness of the night had imprisoned her. Still in her wrecked car, still injured and out of breath, she forced up her gaze to look across the distance where her father was standing. But now there was no one there. Was that just in her head as well?

The car was in smoke and soon the clogged air made it to her nose, making her cough. She pushed the door open and crawled to safety. The car burst into flames. She

took a moment, gathering herself. She needed to get to Ethan right away........And she was glad, fully glad that none of it was real for now, but maybe her dream would serve as a premonition, soon to follow the exact order leading to her fate.

This was the place where she had laid the three bodies. She

remembered. This is where she met him for the first time. Ever since then, her world was being rocked in unsteady rhythms and she was undoubtedly losing control over it.

She trudged a little more, deep in thought. She would limp every few feet and then bite down on the pain, reserving her strength for its intended purpose. She had her bleeding arm held close to her ribs to tame the oozing blood.

The air was humid from an earlier light shower and now the sky was open and heavy with star lights. A cold weather it was. Just like twenty years ago.

Then she remembered why she must not get involved with Ethan because she was the monster that caused the accident.