rapunzel, rapunzel {closed,m}

[EMALEAH VICTORIA RAYNE]

[atrb=style, width: 400px; height:417px; background-image:URL(http://i47.tinypic.com/34et6i8.jpg);][atrb=border,0,true] [scrolly:h(200),w(300),sy] The door to the library opened slowly, creaking eerily as doors tended to do when pushed slowly. It was night time and as the doctors had gone by to lock the doors Emaleah had begged one of them to let her spend the night in the library instead. After a week of having nothing to do she desperately needed some type of mental stimulation. Her preferred method of doing this was reading. She had always been a bookworm. Her favorite had been a huge book of Brother Grim's fairytales. Ema's mother had bought for her when she was a little girl, even before Emelia had been born. Emie didn't even know about the book. She had had it under bed. Even now, in Candel Heart, that book lay under her bed. After thanking the doctor, who had told her that if she could make it to the library before he got there to lock the door she could stay there for the night, and before running to the library she had grabbed this large volume from under her bed. Quickly the young woman tip-toed into the library, closing the door softly behind her. In a corner of the room was a lamp that had fallen over and an arm chair with several cuts in it. Yet, it was the most welcome sight she had had in days. Gleefully she ran over to the chair. This type of happiness was rarely seen in Leah. Normally, she was pessimistic and detached. Emaleah curled up on the chair, tugging at her hospital gown which threatened to creep up her leg. Then she reach over and righted the fallen lamp. Luckily, it seemed the bulb was unharmed. She was even able to get the silly thing to turn on. Then, eyes glittering, she opened the book to a page she had memorized. The beautifully printed title said it all; Rapunzel. Who could have guessed that the detached nineteen-year-old who trusted no one wanted only to be loved, only to meet her prince charming. She knew this could not happen for her. So, instead she read fairytales, pretending it was her own story. She only barely registered the sound of approaching footsteps, ignoring it due to the assumption that it was only the doctor coming to lock her in the room.

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[RODRICKK JAY CRAVEN]

[atrb=style, width: 488px; height: 318px; background-image:URL(http://i47.tinypic.com/29gmqs9.jpg);text-align:justify;][atrb=border,0,true] [scrolly:h(180),w(450),sy] Ricky made his way to the front desk. It was his turn to lock up all the restricted areas for night fall. As he received the keys from a fellow doctor the man whispered into his ear There's a girl who is gonna spend the night in the library, don't mind her just lock the doors. Ricky nodded politely and as he turned away from the other doctor smirked darkly. He passed the library multiple times while locking other doors, he wanted to save the library for last. He had a present waiting for him. His eyes glittered with pleasure as he walked slowly to the entrance of the library. He gripped the door handle with ease and tugged it open swiftly entering and making sure to lock the door behind him. He scanned the room looking for this girl who was rumored to be her. He found her in a bedraggled chair next to a lamp that seemed to light this babe up like an angel. His grin grew, but only enough to slightly show his teethe. He walked towards the girl and in one smooth gesture grabbed her book from her. He examined it without saying a word. Do you read this non sense? he asked lifting his left brow in query. He dropped the book back on the females lap. Whats your name? he demanded in a rough voice, but the smile was still plastered on his lips. Ricky pulled back his doctors coat and placed his hands on his hips waiting for an answer. He was having a blast imagining this girl helpless and under him. She just needed to make one wrong move, then he could play naughty doctor.

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[EMALEAH VICTORIA RAYNE]

[atrb=style, width: 400px; height:417px; background-image:URL(http://i47.tinypic.com/34et6i8.jpg);][atrb=border,0,true] [scrolly:h(200),w(300),sy]When the library door opened Leah looked up in surprise, her pale blue eyes widening. Why was the doctor coming in? Wait, that wasn't the doctor she had spoken to. Crap. She didn't want any trouble. From what she had been hearing from the other patients you didn't want to piss off the doctor's in this place. Emaleah plastered a shy smile on her pretty little face. Something about this doctor wasn't right. She couldn't quite put her finger on why though. Suddenly she wasn't really sure what to do. Then he snatched her book from her. Crap. Her mother had given that to her. In fact, it was the only thing from her mother she had. She didn't even have a picture. She had given that to Emie when she realized how upset she was by their mother's murder. She decided it was best to simply ignore his first question. My name is Emaleah. I'm really sorry. I was told it would be okay if I stayed in here tonight. If that's against the rules I'll just go back to my room... She said slowly standing up, tugging at her hospital gown. He was right though. that stuff was was nonsense. She knew it. The young woman sighed as she realized that she would have to grow up one day. Of course, in everyone's eyes she was grown up, she was mature. It was only in her mind that she was still living a fairytale. She clutched the book to her chest, feeling her breasts pressed against the volume. The blonde began chewing on her bottom lip nervously. Normally, she wouldn't have a problem giving this doc some lip for taking her things. However, she felt such a hostility coming from him; she couldn't explain it. Something just didn't feel right about this. Why didn't he just lock the door and leave her alone or chase her back to her room and lock her up there? Why did he have to stand there and harass her?

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[RODRICKK JAY CRAVEN]

[atrb=style, width: 488px; height: 318px; background-image:URL(http://i47.tinypic.com/29gmqs9.jpg);text-align:justify;][atrb=border,0,true] [scrolly:h(180),w(450),sy] He watched as the girl stood up. Emaleah, thats fitting he thought to himself, her name just made her all the more attractive. They were now a mere five inches apart. He could pretty much smell the vixen, and it was invigorating. He wanted her. He wanted her bad. He clenched and unclenched his teethe a couple times looking the girl up and down. Well Ema, You aren't suppose to be here. But i will make an exception on two conditions. One, you come outside and share a smoke with me and two, you ask for me to be assigned as your doctor when it comes to anything mental, or when you are in the treatment room he said this all like she had no choice even the wording couldn't help to make it less obvious. Ricky grabbed little Ema's right wrist and pulled it away from her chest, he started to pull her towards the back of the library, but not to much. He wanted her to want to go on her own. There's a door back here that leads to the outside he said reassuring her that he wasn't gonna do anything but smoke a cigarette with her.

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[EMALEAH VICTORIA RAYNE]

[atrb=style, width: 400px; height:417px; background-image:URL(http://i47.tinypic.com/34et6i8.jpg);][atrb=border,0,true] [scrolly:h(200),w(300),sy]Leah's eyes narrowed as he looked at her. She knew that look, felt the familiar shiver creep down her spine. It was like when her father would sneak into her bedroom at night. He was looking at her like she wasn't even a person. Like she was a piece of property, a material object. Out of instinct Ema took the book in her left and tossed it on the chair behind her. Maybe she'd made a mistake in acting helpless. She wasn't helpless. Well, maybe she was. After all, she had eventually given in to her father. To save Emelia. The reason didn't matter. The point was she had given in. She listened as he spoke, but it only caused her to frown. She didn't like the tone of his voice or his words. It was like he was commanding a robot, like it had already happened in his mind. Hey, I don't mind having a smoke with you. Actually, I would love one. I haven't had a cig in months. Requesting you is a different story entirely. I don't know anything about you. Why would I request to have you as my doc? Besides, I don't have any control over who my doc is. I'm the mayor's daughter. She said this with a smile on her face that was obviously sarcastic. There was no pride in her declaration of her parent. She had only said it because she figured that this strange doctor in front of her had heard of her. The mayor chose his daughters' doctors, who got specific instructions from him and a pretty penny for doing what he asked. When the man grabbed her wrist she pulled herself back, tugging at her arm. Let go of me! I'm not a dog. I can walk myself, thanks. What did you say your name was? Leah knew the man hadn't said his name. Who was this guy? She also knew that he didn't just want a cigarette. Still, she felt no fear, just curiosity. Strange. Logically, she should be afraid of this man, this situation. If anything she felt...excited by it, her heart racing and a small smirk forming on her healthy lips.

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[RODRICKK JAY CRAVEN]

[atrb=style, width: 488px; height: 318px; background-image:URL(http://i47.tinypic.com/29gmqs9.jpg);text-align:justify;][atrb=border,0,true] [scrolly:h(180),w(450),sy] Ricky chuckled at the girls words. You think he has control here? Your insane sweety, no one gives a rats butt anymore he said in a very casual but joking voice. It was true, did she honestly think the mayor could do anything? It wasn't up to him what doctor she had. In fact when he had heard of the man committing his two daughters he seemed like he didn't give a fuck about them, he just wanted them gone. Then the thought hit him, two, there was another one of these gorgeous girls around here. He smirked cause he had gained the knowledge. Maybe he could make them both do something with him. And who wouldn't want me as their doctor? I mean come on, how many of these old docs would smoke a cigarrette with you love? he smiled dashingly at the girl. He was trying to lure her in now. Making her feel at ease and like he was her friend. Ricky let go of her wrist just as she started tugging and held up his hands so she could see both palms. My bad darling, I like to grab people when I'm leading them somewhere. he apologized falsely, but it was genuine to anyone who couldn't see in his mind. My names Rodrikk Jay Craven, but you dear, can call me Ricky he said shooting her the most handsome smile he possibly could. He walked to the back of the library without taking a second glance at the girl, he wanted her to feel like he trusted her to follow him. And if she didn't follow, it would be a whole other story. He unlocked the door and held it open for the girl, before turning to see if she had followed.

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[EMALEAH VICTORIA RAYNE]

[atrb=style, width: 400px; height:417px; background-image:URL(http://i47.tinypic.com/34et6i8.jpg);][atrb=border,0,true] [scrolly:h(200),w(300),sy]Leah practically laughed in the doctor's face. Was he for real? There was no way this guy actually worked in the same asylum she stood in.Really? No one cares? Hmmm. I'm not so sure that's true. Where do you think you get the funding for all your naughty experiments? She replied coyly, smirking up at him. Just then something occurred to her. This was a doctor. He probably knew that the mayor had committed both of his doctors. Crap. She didn't want this creep anywhere near little Emie. She would have to make sure to keep a much closer eye on her. Emaleah wondered if maybe it would be best to just do what this man wanted from her. It wouldn't be so bad and if she kept his attention maybe he would leave Emie alone. Besides, she was used to putting on the slut act for her daddy anyway. Her smile turned slightly seductive, so as not to make him curious. That's very true. Not to mention these old fuck's aren't as good looking either, huh tiger? Her words were playful, as if she were trying to attack his ego. She wasn't stupid. She knew what he was doing. She had seen it a billion times from her father. Guess I should thank him. Years of practice should mean that keeping this idiots attention should be easy. She giggled softly, looking up at him. Yeah, most guys like grabbing people, hun. Leah was taken by surprise at just how charming this Ricky's smile was. It actually took her breathe away for a moment. She was going to have to be careful around this one. He was far more dangerous than she had initially thought. Leah watched as the confident male walked away. She didn't even bother to follow him until he opened the door and looked back at her. Then the corner of Leah's mouth lifted before she sauntered over to Ricky. Thanks...Ricky. She replied, slowing down as she brushed past him, her body rubbing against his for a moment before she exited the door.

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[RODRICKK JAY CRAVEN]

[atrb=style, width: 488px; height: 318px; background-image:URL(http://i47.tinypic.com/29gmqs9.jpg);text-align:justify;][atrb=border,0,true] [scrolly:h(180),w(450),sy] Love, where did you get the idea their naughty? he asked casually. On the inside his heart was pounding furiously. If someone had told her about his no good deeds he was going to strangle them, in the real way. He couldn't help but clench a fist. This was entirely infuriating to him. Every patient, correction, every female patient in the asylum knows better than to go tattling. Then it occurred to him, maybe this girl isn't an idiot, or as insane as her papers suggest. Ricky couldn't help but gleam as the girl called him attractive. This almost jail bait girl thought he was attractive? How could she when she was at least ten times more gorgeous than himself? Ricky pondered this for a second, why would a nineteen year old be interested in him? Maybe she wants to use me to get her way he thought. That could work out in both of our favors if she thinks like i do. The thoughts ran through his head at full speed. Maybe this girl would willingly give herself to him, that would be a great victory for him. He tilted his head to the side as the girls manor changed immensely. Just seconds ago she was outraged he grabbed her, and then she was fine with it? This girl puzzled him. Then again why would he have to think twice about something a crazy person did? Obviously they do the stuff they do because their insane. He brushed the mood change off his shoulders. Rodrikk held his breath as the girl brushed against him. The indecent left him not to soft. He stepped outside after Emaleah and shut and locked the door once again behind himself. It's permitted that i lock the door behind myself whenever i leave the asylum, sorry if this makes you uncomfortable. An your welcome Ema, Can i call you that?. He reached in his pocket for his Marlboro red shorts, and his blue bic lighter. He opened and tapped the pack until a couple of the ends of the cigarettes were sticking out. He brought the pack to his lips and took one gently then offered the open pack to Emaleah.

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[EMALEAH VICTORIA RAYNE]

[atrb=style, width: 400px; height:417px; background-image:URL(http://i47.tinypic.com/34et6i8.jpg);][atrb=border,0,true] [scrolly:h(200),w(300),sy]Leah shrugged innocently at his question. Crazy people talk. A lot. Did you know that? She asked the question as if it had nothing to do with the subject they'd been discussing. Did the doctor's not think their patients knew what was going on in this hell hole? Better yet, did these doc's actually think all of their patients were really crazy? She had thought it had been the doctor's who had pronounced her sister dead, put bogus reasons on her papers. However, this doctor's reaction was making her unsure. The cool air made her flesh tighten. These hospital gowns were thin and didn't do much in the way of covering stuff. It basically did the bare minimum in coverage. Probably designed by perverted doctors like her new 'friend'. She used her right foot to warm up her left calf, running it against her own skin gently. She glanced at Ricky as he locked the door behind them. At least they were outside. She hadn't noticed that he'd locked the library door as well when he had first walked into the room. I don't mind. Not like I'm not usually locked up. Whatever. It's all the same. She had almost said that it was better than what her father had called her, which was usually something like dirty bitch unless he was particularly happy with her in which case it was daddy's little slut. Leah held her tongue of course. For a moment she eyed the pack of cigarettes he offered in her direction. Strange method of healing, doc; offering a mental insane girl a cigarette. Thought the Asylum considered those weapons... She mentioned, her gaze locked with his almost as if she were threatening to do something with the cigarette she now reached for. Slowly she placed the butt of the cigarette in her mouth, never looking away from Ricky. Think I could get a light?

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[RODRICKK JAY CRAVEN]

[atrb=style, width: 488px; height: 318px; background-image:URL(http://i47.tinypic.com/29gmqs9.jpg);text-align:justify;][atrb=border,0,true] [scrolly:h(180),w(450),sy] No i didn't he said sarcastically while sighing. It was pointless to ask a somewhat rebellious teen real questions, besides what her name was. She was just gonna give him attitude. Oh well, I'll figure out who spoke despite what she says he thought sadistically, he couldn't help but smirk darkly at the thought. Ricky looked down at her legs when he heard her skin rubbing together. He wondered how soft those ivory legs were, and how cold they must be. He was pretty sure he could make out goosebumps on them as well. It made Ricky want to rub them and warm them up while slowly making his way up them. He frowned as she pointed out that there was no difference in being locked outside. Ricky hadn't meant to point out that she was locked up. This is probably the most freedom shes had in awhile he though feeling bad. How could he feel bad for this girl? He didn't feel bad for the countless other patients he had killed, much less made felt offended. I guess that's true he said looking at the ground. Ah but that's the asylum my dear, not me Ricky pointed out cupping his hand to his face and then flicking the lighter igniting the flame and coffin nail all at once. He listened to her words like they were a song and held her gaze, looking back at her with the same manor she looked at him. All he could do was nod to those amazing blue eyes. He took a quick drag from his smoke and placed it between his lips before cupping his hand around the cigarette and her face to light it. Then not loosing the girls gaze his hand slowly moved to her cheek.

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[EMALEAH VICTORIA RAYNE]

[atrb=style, width: 400px; height:417px; background-image:URL(http://i47.tinypic.com/34et6i8.jpg);][atrb=border,0,true] [scrolly:h(200),w(300),sy]Leah smiled at the sarcasm that dripped from Mr. Ricky's words. She tilted her head to the side as she looked at him. Oh! I get it now. She stated after a moment of speculation. You're new. You're the new doctor on the block. You have to be if you don't know crazy people enjoy talking. Makes us feel like we can actually relate to the world around us. Leah laughed at the end, shaking her head softly, her blonde locks quivering as she did so. His words made Emaleah shut down slightly. Candel Heart was a hell hole. It was a run down building, the likes of which she had only ever seen in horror films. However, it was livable. It was bearable. It wasn't the building or even the lack of freedom that made this place such a horror in the minds of the patients, even in the minds of anyone who knew the truth about the Asylum. It was the doctors, the nurses. It was the experiments, the torture, the fear tactics, that made this building such a horror. She glared at Ricky for a moment. It was doctors like him that made her little sister cry at nights. She continued to glare at the older man as he reached over, close enough to make her skin crawl, in order to light her cigarette. She never broke eye contact. There was no way that this man could think she was afraid of him. As he touched the skin of her cheek multiple emotions rushed through her. The first and most noticeable was repulsion. It made her skin crawl where he touched her. His breath on her face made her instinctively step back, forcing her back against the door they had just come out of. The steel door was cold against her skin, forcing a surprised and quiet whimper from her lips. The other thing she felt surprised her. She had actually liked his touch. She knew that if he didn't remind her so much of her father she would be inclined to enjoy his touch. Leah didn't know how to handle that and so she locked it away, focusing on the repulsion she felt. Then she said a rather profound thing for a girl who was supposed to be insane. You are the asylum. She whispered, light blue eyes wide as she looked up at him.

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[RODRICKK JAY CRAVEN]

[atrb=style, width: 488px; height: 318px; background-image:URL(http://i47.tinypic.com/29gmqs9.jpg);text-align:justify;][atrb=border,0,true] [scrolly:h(180),w(450),sy] I wouldn't say new Ricky suggested in a friendly tone. He hadn't been there to long. But he knew he had been there long enough for patients to start silly rumors about himself. To be exact he had been there three months and five days. Besides, she had only been there a couple days, which meant she was the new one. Ema went silent and so did Ricky, he took this marvelous moment to look her up and down once more. She was smaller than him, actually a lot smaller than him, her hair was the color of snow with daylight on it, her skin was one tone, it reminded him a porcelain doll, and her face was priceless. This girl wasn't just sexy or hot. She was the real deal. meanwhile-switches time Ricky couldn't help but mover closer to Emaleah as she whimpered. He wasn't sure if it had been a good or bad sign, but it had wriled him up. He placed the hand, that still had the fag in it, on her waist. She was cold to the touch, but touching her body was like touching a celestial goddess. Ricky couldn't help but clench his hands tighter. The one around her face and neck stayed loose. He could feel her breath on his lips, the smell was intoxicating. Then she whispered something that confused him. He didn't like it. It was horrible. He was not the asylum. How could the bitch say something like that? He hated this place as much as her. But not for the same reasons. And actually he didn't hate the place, he hated that he had ended up there. If his mom had never left, he wouldn't be there. If his dad had ever found him, he wouldn't be here. Who are you to same what i am and what i am not. Your insane. Ricky said harshly taking another step back from her. He dragged his cigarette viciously multiple times. He blew the smoke from his nostrils like an irritated dragon.

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[EMALEAH VICTORIA RAYNE]

[atrb=style, width: 400px; height:417px; background-image:URL(http://i47.tinypic.com/34et6i8.jpg);][atrb=border,0,true] [scrolly:h(200),w(300),sy]Suddenly, the last thing on her mind was giving this man much crap. Her mind was in shambles. Her blue eyes widened as she looked up into Ricky's face. The world blurred, flickered even like an image on a television that was faulty. His face was replaced by the face of her father, flicking back and forth for several moments. The background behind Ricky even changed, though she barely noticed it. The scene of trees and gorgeous gardens was replaced with the image of a very familiar room. It was a study, furnished with expensive, exported furniture. Dark finish. Just like he liked it. Made things look more professional, he said. For several moments this image also flickered in and out of her vision. Then she smelled the smoke, felt the butt of the cigarette against her side through the hospital gown that covered her skin. It was like someone was standing behind her as she stood on a cliff and this person decided to push her off at the last second. That smoke, that familiar feeling of the cigarette against her, it was enough to push all possibility of her regaining her sanity out the window. Ricky's words barely reached her in this state. Her father repeated the words, like an echo. You're insane.... He had her pressed against the door of his study, which he'd locked, of course. The butt of his cigarette pressed against her side, she could feel it easily through the thin clothe of her nightgown. It was made of black silk which complimented her hair beautifully. He had given it to her for Christmas last year. It had been months before she could bring herself to wear it. When she had received a text message from her father telling her to come to his study immediately she figured it was a good time to use it. When she walked in, the picture of innocence with her large blue eyes and pouting lower lip, he smiled at her. 'What is it Daddy?' Anything to keep his attention. Attention she didn't even want. Before she knew what was happening he had her pressed against the door. He hadn't even bothered to put out his cigarette. Instead he brought it along. She could feel the butt of it pressed against her. His lips against her ear, she heard him whisper, 'Why can't you just give in? You know I love you.' Suddenly, she did exactly what she'd done in that moment; she pressed her back against the door behind her, as if she could melt through it. Her head moved back and forth, whipping her hair about wildly. Her brilliantly blue eyes showed no fear though, only determination. The cigarette in her hand fell to the ground, landing dangerously close to her panicked, bare feet. Get the hell off of me, Dad! I don't want your love. She snapped, glaring at Ricky but still seeing George.

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[RODRICKK JAY CRAVEN]

[atrb=style, width: 488px; height: 318px; background-image:URL(http://i47.tinypic.com/29gmqs9.jpg);text-align:justify;][atrb=border,0,true] [scrolly:h(180),w(450),sy] Ricky stared at the girl dumbfounded. Dad? he thought. With those words memories started to flood back horrible memories that Ricky had promised himself never to recollect. He winced, pain and a feeling of shame shredded his body. Everything inside of him cringed and for half a second he was that boy, with no self esteem, weak and defenseless. And in another second he was filled with fury, to the point of killing. He had Emelia up against the door again, shoving her into it. What do you know about my father? he pretty much yelled at her. Then it hit Ricky that she had called him dad. His eyes widened in fear and he stepped back smoothing out his doctors coat. I'm sorry love, what did your father do? I have dad issues too, if you couldn't tell. he said giving her a forced half smile. He felt sincerely sorry for making her feel however she did. He assumed unpleasant considering the thoughts that came with his fathers face. No one deserved a horrible father, but it was rare in this day and age for their to be a decent guy. It seemed like the world had started to twist people more than they could handle. It would distort them so much they became evil in its purest form. Ricky hated how broken and destroyed he really was. He had been a good person at one point, but now he wasn't and he couldn't seem to change that. Out of no where all the emotions hit Ricky at once, every thought he had ever had about himself that was negative, and every memory of his father flooded back, stabbing him. He sucked down the rest of his cigarette and couldn't bring himself to look back in Emaleahs big beautiful eyes.

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[Kayz]

[atrb=style, width: 400px; height:417px; background-image:URL(http://i47.tinypic.com/34et6i8.jpg);][atrb=border,0,true] [scrolly:h(200),w(300),sy]She pressed her small, pale hands against Ricky's strong chest, trying to push him away from her. As he pushed her harder against the door her mind swirled. George had pressed her just as hard against that door in their home. The flickering was happening again. George's face melted into Ricky's and then Ricky's face flickered back to George's. As this continued Leah pressed harder against his chest. Most girl's would probably be crying at this point. Not Leah. There was nothing but determination and anger in her eyes. She did press her head back when he screamed at her, but she didn't stop glaring at him, keeping eye contact. She visibly relaxed as Ricky took a step backward. As he was smoothing out his doctor's coat she was unclenching her fists slowly. Doesn't matter what he did. Point is I don't like people touching me. The flickering stopped finally and Leah was able to focus on Ricky, the strange doctor who had decided to have a smoke with her instead of just locking her in her library. She wasn't sure he was a nice guy. She wasn't sure he wasn't a nice guy either though. What she was sure of was that she didn't particularly care about his daddy issues. Actually, she didn't care about any of his issues. So long as he kept them to himself. She had enough to deal with. Besides none of his issues could really be that bad. At least he wasn't imprisoned in an asylum. She felt like a dog in a kennel suddenly. Like he was offering her her first walk in days only to try to hurt her. What had he been thinking touching her like that? I don't give a crap about your issues. You touch all of your patients like that or am I just the lucky one? She snapped, crossing her arms over her chest, causing her night gown to lift slightly, creeping up her thing.

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