Unloved

Chapter 7

It's been days since I've seen Dean. The thought has passed my mind a time or two that I may have unintentionally offended him, but I quickly push that thought away. He has no reason to be offended. All I did was speak the truth.

Today is a special day. We're all allowed into the main room for a guest speaking. In other words, it's an excuse for the doctors to distract us while checking our rooms to make sure we haven't got anything there that would be considered "inappropriate".

To my surprise, Dean takes a seat next to me as we wait for our guest speaker.

"What is this?" He asks, looking around in disgust.

"Guest speaking. Apparently it's some high class doctor who specializes in mental health disorders. He's supposed to be the best there is."

Dean rolls his eyes, "What a waste of my time."

Now I'm rolling my eyes at his cocky behavior. Damn, he's an ass, but I must admit, it is nice having someone almost normal to talk to in a place full of crazy people.

"It's a waste of all our time. Don't think your special."

I see a smirk plaster across his face.

"Where have you been?" I ask, immediately regretting it. I don't want him to even think for a second that I noticed he wasn't around me. Unfortunately, I did.

He smirk grows bigger at the sound of my question. "I decided my room was more entertaining."

"For days?"

Before he can respond, a tall man with dark black hair takes his place at the podium, looking at all of us with a concerned feature. I hate when people look at me like that. Like I'm defenseless and stupid.

"My name is Dr. Hemsley." He starts off blunt before he continues. He gives us a speech of what seems to consume 10 hours of my life. It's a boring speech of course, I mean I didn't expect it to be interesting at all, but that just makes the time go by slower.

"This is a drag." Dean says to me.

"Did someone say something?"

I freeze. Being called out here is not exactly what you would want. The goal should be to stay hidden and under the radar. Of course I can't expect Dean to know that. He's only been here barely three weeks.

"Yes, I did say something." I soon learn that Dean's an idiot. "I was just saying how boring this shit was and was wondering if I could get a time of when I could get the hell out of here?"

I place my head in my hands, "Dean, shut the fuck up." I whisper, trying not to be noticeable. The last thing I want is to be called out too.

"The presentation will be over momentarily, Mr...." he pauses in search of a name.

"Ambrose," Dean says in response, "Dean Ambrose. And if this is gonna go on much longer, I may need a beer. Anybody with me?"

Nobody speaks. Reason being is because despite the insanity that fills this room, people have enough sense of mind to know when to keep their mouths shut.

"Mr. Ambrose, if you would like to leave, I have no intention of stopping you. However, the men to my left may have some initiative." Dr. Hemsley gestures to three guards on the side of him. They look ready to tackle.

"Dean just sit down!" I don't know why I'm trying to protect this idiot, but I speak before I can think.

"Are they supposed to intimidate me?" Dean ignores me and raises an eyebrow at the guards before turning his attention back to Dr. Hemsley.