My girlfriend talks in her sleep. She's been saying the most horrible things recently...

I’m infatuated with her. <br><br>Utterly infatuated. <br><br>And it wasn’t at a healthy level. It was an obsession. We’d been together for three years now but the last year or so, I’d found myself checking on her constantly whenever she was away from me. At first, it was just to make sure she was okay but recently I’d been checking to make sure she was still with me. <br><br>I couldn’t quite pinpoint what had made me feel this way. All I remember was one day I saw her talk to another guy at work and that set off an alarm in my head. <br><br>Since then, I just couldn’t let go of the feeling that she was going to leave me. I’d find myself combing through her social media, reading her texts, checking on her at work and I still couldn’t shake off the feeling. <br><br>And that was what led me to bring her on this trip. I had to get her as far away from everyone as possible. Up here, on this mountain, I could finally stop worrying about her leaving me. <br><br>I still remember the smile on her face when I asked her to come up on the mountain with me. Our friends had been talking about going on a camping trip up there for a while. I knew she wanted to go but was too afraid to ask. <br><br>And right then and there, I knew she was mine. She was so happy, she started to cry. She hugged me so tight and I felt this surge in energy. I didn’t know why but I just wanted to protect her. Like some primal urge just ran through my veins. I was going to protect her. <br><br>Of course life had other plans. Our friends backed out at the last minute and I had to bring her up the mountain anyway. It was the only way I wouldn’t look like a fucking idiot. <br><br>But that turned out to be a good thing. I finally had her to myself. And with that smile on her face, I knew she’d forgive me for anything. <br><br>I could do anything to her and she’d still stay with me. <br><br>I first heard it on our third night up the mountain. It was around 3 am when she started to mumble in her sleep. It was so faint I couldn’t quite make out what she was saying. I was more concerned that she was having a nightmare and was about to wake her up when I finally made out what she was saying. <br><br>“I don’t want to be your girlfriend anymore.”<br><br>My heart sank. There was no one else around. Who was she talking to? <br><br>I felt a cold sweat run down my spine. Who the fuck was she talking to? <br><br>“Please don’t, Ric. I don’t want to be with you anymore.”<br><br>My skin crawled. I felt a surge of anger but who the fuck was I supposed to be angry at? <br><br>She kept talking and talking. Nothing made sense. I had no idea who she was talking to but deep down I knew it was me. <br><br>I mean, who else could it have been? She was talking about us. <br><br>The next night, she did it again. <br><br>“Ric, please don’t make me do this.”<br><br>And the next. <br><br>“I don’t want to. I’m happy with Danny.”<br><br>Danny? Who the fuck was Danny? <br><br>I spent the rest of the night digging through her social media, looking through her texts and her emails. Nothing. No Danny. <br><br>But that night. She talked again. <br><br>“Ric, I’m going to break up with him.”<br><br>Break up with who? Break up with me? <br><br>I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to know who she was talking to. I shook her awake. <br><br>“Who are you talking to?” I asked. <br><br>She was dazed but when she looked me in the eye, I saw this flash of guilt. <br><br>“Who are you talking to?” I asked again, louder this time. <br><br>She looked terrified. <br><br>“D-Danny.” She stuttered. <br><br>I let out this laugh I didn’t even know I had in me. <br><br>There was no Danny. <br><br>“T-This girl that I met at a bar. I wanted to explore. You know how it is.” She said but I didn’t hear her. <br><br>I didn’t hear her because I knew there was no Danny. <br><br>I mean, she had to make up a name but I knew it wasn’t Danny. <br><br>Ric. <br><br>Her eyes widened when she realized her mistake. <br><br>“You’re talking about me.” I said. <br><br>I was right. I fucking knew it. <br><br>I was right all along. <br><br>She didn’t say anything. Just kept looking at me with fear in her eyes. <br><br>“T-Tonight. I was talking to Danny.” She said. <br><br>She knew she had to make up a name but she didn’t have to. I’d already won. <br><br>Because she knew that she was talking about me. She knew that I wasn’t Danny. <br><br>And then I couldn’t take it anymore. I was too angry. I hit her. Again and again, begging her to tell me the truth. <br><br>She was too scared to say anything. <br><br>I finally stopped. I stopped because I didn’t want her to die. Not yet. <br><br>She was in too much pain to move but I still had to keep her here. I tied her wrists and ankles to the tent and left her. <br><br>She still hasn’t said anything. <br><br>She just keeps begging me to let her go. <br><br>Begging me. <br><br>But I won’t let her go. I won’t let her go until she tells me the truth. <br><br>I’ve kept her here for almost two months now. I take breaks to get more food but come back as soon as I can. <br><br>I’d do anything to keep her here. <br><br>I’d do anything to make her mine. <br><br>She still hasn’t said anything. <br><br>I don’t know how much longer she can hold out. <br><br>She’s starting to make these sounds. Like she’s about to talk but she’s not. <br><br>I can see the hate in her eyes. <br><br>But I don’t care. I’ll do anything for her. I’ll keep her safe. <br><br>She’s mine now. <br><br>Mine. <br><br>I just know that she was talking about me. <br><br>She confirmed it herself. <br><br>Now I just need to know why she was talking about me. <br><br>I just need to know.