The nightmare came every night. She had learned to expect it, knew that she would wake up with a cotton wool mouth and pin prick eyes.
The hitchhiker with the eyepatch and the black dog was always waiting. She would beg her father not to stop but he always did. The man would get in and turn to her with a sickly smile on a melting face.
She would scramble to consciousness choking on a scream and clutching at a door handle that wasn’t there.
She thought of the car crash and smelled the fire. Swallowed back her secret.
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