I fell in love with the purple devil

Part 23

~Ann's point of view~

The way he was looking at me you would have thought there was a spider on my face or something. His gaze made me squirm a little and look down, not helped by the intenseness of his deep brown eyes. He looked at me as they all do, like I'm a freak, like I'm some lab rat with one eye and sharp teeth, some lab experiment gone wrong, 'W-what where the scientist that had you names?' He asked and I saw his hands shaking slightly, "what?..I...I don't remember.." I lie, how could you forget the names of the people who ruined your life? He banged his hand on the table making me jump a little, 'think! What where the names!' He ordered and I was slightly scared...and I would have been more so if it wasn't for the fact that his body was beginning to more noticeably shake, one hand going to rub the back of his neck as if he was in pain there. I think as hard as I can back to that terrible place, the white not at all sterol walls, the cold tial floors that in the winter hurt my bare feet, the constant smell from other rooms of human waste, blood and vomit...I could feel my eyes starting to water and I tried hard to fight it off the panic attack and tears threating to make my weakness known. When all of the sudden a warm hands wraps around mine, 'it's alright, your safe here, they won't hurt you again' I hear his voice but it sounds different than it ever has. It was soft, calm and comforting and I could feel myself relax a little. At first I thought he must have ordered it but slowly as I go over his words I see there was no command there, I was doing this on my own, I was beginning to be able to think more clearly and take deep shaky breaths as his thumb rubs little circles atop my hand to keep me calm, 'there we go, now, Ann, I need you to think for me alright? What where the names of the people who did those things to you?' I could still hear a little anger in his voice but I wasn't directed at me this time..but to whoever had been keeping me and did this to me...I think back through 15 years of abuse  and slowly begin to find it, "I-I think it was t-Thompson something" I mumble and I feel his grip tighten and his whole body becomes ridged...but when I open my eyes his face was pale and his eyes where widen and shown something I never thought I would see....fear