Madhouse Prisoner

Chapter 5

Riley's POV.

Is he fucking kidding me?

I just pointed to the name on my T shirt and hurried away to the nurses office, opened the door and slammed it shut before he had a chance to enter the room with me.

"Here again Woods?" I heard a familiar voice say. " What did you do this time? Did you beat the crap out of that creep Matthews for stealing your underwear and taping it to his art project, or were you just missing my great sex?" Austin added with a smirk.

I hate him so much.

"Neither, but Matthews is a dead man." I growled and slammed my bloody hand on the table feeling my face turn hot. I got a very angry look from the nurse but I just ignored her until she called my name. After the nurse had cleaned up all the blood and checked if my nose was broken or not, (luckily enough it wasn't or I would have done something way worse to that Dylan dude) I went to head back to my room. Halfway there I heard Austin call "No comment about the sex, huh?" to which I just responded with the middle finger.

When I entered my room I was relieved to see that Dylan wasn't there. Finally I could have some lone time and pour my feelings out in my songs and drawings, it had been a very long day and even though most of the staff are pretty chill around here and usually don't care about what we do I was scared that Dylan would find all of my drawings and songs. It's not like they are the most secret things in the world but they are kind of personal and that douche doesn't deserve to know anything about me.

Oh god. what is happening to me?

I don't usually judge people that bad but I guess there's just something about him that makes me scared that he'll know about my past and try to help me. I had quickly scanned his file to see if there was something interesting about him in the nurse's office but he seemed pretty normal excluding the note about his panic attacks. Normal people scare me, they are the most likely ones to figure out that there's something wrong with me being here. I had almost gotten caught in the dead lights reading his file but thankfully Austin had started flirting with the nurse.

You might wonder why I hate him so much... Well let's just say that we got pretty close my first months in FHMI and that I found out that the reason why he was here was that he had made 5 girls his personal sex toys and then killed all of them because he was bored. I know, pretty psycho of him to do but I'm glad I stopped any sort of relationship with him because two weeks later one of the bimbos he had been fucking ended up dead.

I pulled out my sketchbook and pen from underneath my pillow and started drawing. I spent over an hour sitting on my bed leaned back against the wall trapped in my own world.

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I heard the door creak as Dylan entered the small prison like room and my eyes followed his every move over the edge of my sketchbook. Silently I closed my sketchbook and looked him dead in the eye.

I kept staring at him studying his every move until he awkwardly sat down on his bed that looked way too small for him. The silence seemed to bother him and he opened his mouth to say something but no words came.

"Are you just gonna sit there staring at me or do you have something you want to say?" I said getting bored.

"Uh, you're prett... I mean, I think we should start over, I seriously didn't mean to hit you with the door, My name is Dylan Moore" He held out his hand to shake mine but when I didn't he just shifted awkwardly in his seat and pulled it back.

"Riley"

He genuinely smiled at me and honestly.. It felt nice. I mean, I haven't seen a genuine smile in a loooong time.

Maybe I should give him a chance?

Nah..

But I'm bored...

Let's do it.

A/N

Sorry I posted this so late but I've had some problems with my WiFi but I hope you liked this chapter! <3