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Disc 1 - Track 18

Hurricane - Halsey
"I let him climb inside my body and held him captive in my kiss."
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After an hour of waiting for Pete to wake up, she left the room, pacing into the kitchen quickly and went to get herself a drink. As she filled a glass with tap water she shook, the adrenaline of her escape attempt still with her. When she heard keys drop to the table behind her, she jumped. 

As she turned around and saw Patrick, she suddenly felt angry. He could have stopped them from catching up to me if he'd wanted to. "Deja vu huh?" He said, looking at her furiously. She shrugged, taking a sip from the glass. Her eyes looked at the bags and keys on the table.

"Maybe I should hide these right? I mean I wouldn't put it past you to punch me in the face and steal my keycard and car keys." He spat, stepping towards her.  Mercy looked back at him in annoyance.

"You know, you make yourself out to be so above the others and make me think that you care about me and then you act like this. I tried to run away but honestly who could blame me? I thought you would help me." She asked, anger seeping into her words. Patrick glared at her, glancing over at the bag. 

"Is that really why you think I'm pissed off, because you tried to run away? Don't be so naive." He replied, grabbing the bag from the counter and reaching in.

"Leave me alone." Mercy said, trying to push past him. Patrick grabbed her arm, making her stop in her tracks.

"You could have told me." He shouted suddenly. Mercy shook her head, smirking. 

"What, so you could have stopped me? You may think I'm some stupid, naive little girl Patrick, but I'm not. I know that I can't trust any of you, no matter what you say." She explained confidently. Patrick rolled his eyes and went to get something from the bag. 

"I wasn't talking about you running, I was talking about these." He said, putting a box on the table in front of her. Morning after pills. Fuck. Can't believe I actually wrote those down. 

Patrick was still watching her carefully. "Did Joe rape you?" He asked, his voice small and unsure of what he was saying. She didn't answer, ignoring his stare and walking towards the couch. He was quick to follow, taking a seat beside her. "Mercy, won't walk away from me when I've asked you that. I thought I could trust you because you trusted me but you won't even tell me the truth. I just want you to be real with me for a minute, that's all. If he's done something this as horrible as this then I have to help you." He said, lowering his tone slightly. Mercy took a deep breath, looking over at him.

"It was my fault Patrick. I led him on without meaning to and I let him do that to me. I told him to stop but I probably should have done something else or-" Mercy tried to explain herself but Patrick looked at her in horror.

"No. It wasn't your fault. Don't even try and justify his actions by blaming yourself. I'm gonna fix this Mercy." He told her, holding her hand in his. She snapped it away, looking away from him.

"There is nothing you can do about it. You live in an apartment with a guy that raped me, a guy that kissed me when I was high on pain meds and a guy that said it was all just messing around. Nothing you say is going to change anything around here, in fact it could just get me in more trouble. They still think you're that asshole that threatened me in the bathroom. Keep it that way, it's better for both of us." She said, turning away from him. He felt horrible due to the fact that she obviously didn't remember Patrick making her practically grind on him when she was high on pain meds. Patrick went after her, grabbing her hands and making her face him.

"I can help you, just tell me what you need." He asked, interlocking his fingers with hers. Mercy felt her confidence breaking under his gaze. Honestly she just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry but she figured she'd done that enough already. "I'm trying to make things easier for you. Please tell me what I can do." He whispered, looking desperate.