Corrupted

Chapter 4

Felicity's POV:

"Is that so, sunshine?" the Dark Angel asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, it is," I turned back around in my chair, facing the circle of the other patients here. I heard the scrapping of a chair on the floor, so naturally I turned around. That devilishly handsome man was pulling a chair up to the circle, sitting almost straight across from me.

"Fuckin dick," I whispered to myself. I was not interested in having a jerk in here with us, especially one so gifted with beauty. He really was beautiful, so beautiful it was hard not to stare. My eyes darted up, only to meet his, once again. They were dancing with amusement. I looked back at Mark, zoning out of his pep talk.

I closed my eyes, leaned back against the chair, and went off into my own little world. The things running though my mind were those of fantasy. Dragons, Dwarves, Wizards, and possibly a Hobbit. Being the diehard Lord of the Rings fan I am, obviously I will also take great pleasure in The Hobbit. The minds of some people are extraordinary. How they happen to come up with all those scenarios with mythical creatures is beyond me.

I heard a soft clicking sound, snapping me out of my thoughts. Right across the room, the Dark Angel was staring directly at me. He was clicking his tongue at me, getting my attention.

"Excuse me," Mark stopped in the middle of his speach, one that I wasn't paying attention to, and addressed the Dark Angel. "What is your name, sir?"

"My name? Oh, now is that really important? I would figure you would rather know my story than my name. Well, my name is Dean, and my story," he chuckled, " oh, my story is very fucked up. But then again, isn't everyone's story fucked up, especially in here. Oh boy, you poor souls. You were all beat, weren't you? Yes, you poor fragile little girls and boys," his eyes darted over to me.

"And you, young lady," he stood up, his chair sliding backwards, "what do they call you, gorgeous?"

He placed his finger under my chin, pulling my face upwards. "Fuck off," I spat, not wanting his attention on me. This Dark Angel, Dean, he made me hot all over. He was a dick, no doubt. A complete asshole. He didn't need to be here, he didn't even seem to have a problem. His ego must've been the size of Texas.

"Mhmm. Yes, you are a little rambunctious thing, aren't you?" He smiled. "Let me guess, your boyfriend?"

I stared at him, "What?"

"Your boyfriend is why you're in here, isn't he?"

"Look here, fucker, that is none of your concern. I am here because I was forced, that's all you need to know, so don't start getting into my business and taking guesses."

"Hey! Both of you sit down!" Mark yelled. Only then had I realized I had stood up and practically got in his face. I huffed and sat down, just wanting to got to bed. All this was too much for the first day.

"Dean, go to your room," Mark ordered.

"Does it look like I'm five? I don't have to do shit," Dean said, voice low. He walked over to Mark, towering over him. "You know what, I'll go to my room. But only if sweetcheeks over there comes too," he said, pointing to me.

I gave him a pointed look. Why does he have to mess with me? Just leave me be, and go on with your life.

Mark looked my way, sighing. "Felicity, your roommate is Dean. Both of you are in room 12, right?"

Me and Dean nodded at the same time.

Well, here goes three months of hell.