Because He Owned a Pretty Face

He was having that same dream. The one that made his heart beat in a sluggish, foreign rhythm, his oxygen come in short, ragged gasps. The dream that had haunted him for what seemed a lifetime. He was lying in his twin sized bed, his teddy bear, Ben, tucked face down in the crease of his arm. The little boy was frightened and started to silently cry. He had no idea what was going on or why it was happening. All he knew was it felt wrong, very wrong. -FROM THE PREFACE