The Ambrose Asylum

Chapter Twenty-Two

A/N: Does anyone feel I'm rushing this book or is it just me, thoughts or concerns?
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***AJ's POV***
I was woken up to a sweet and gentle kiss saying get dressed.

Sitting up I realized three things:
1) Dean has morning wood
2) I'm sore
3) Its early as shit

"What time is it" I asked climbing off him and dressing quickly because I feel the cold starting to seep in.

"A little after 4" he said opening the door and going outside.

"In the morning, why are we up so early" I whined getting out and shutting the door.

"We have a schedule to stick too but you can go back to sleep, I just needed you to get dressed" he said lighting a cigarette.

I went around to the passenger side and got back in grabbing the blanket we were wrapped in last night and getting back comfortable.

Dean came back and started the car turning on the heat and heading west again, as I went back to the darkness alone this time.

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I woke up to the sun shining bright in the sky.

"Where are we?" I asked stretching as best I could in the confines of the car.

"Illinois" was all I got.

Is he going back to cold and distant? I thought glaring at him; feeling my glare he turned and gave me a somewhat forced smile. "Find a good radio station and foods in the back if your hungry" he said before taking his eyes off me.

I grabbed the food and starting to eat slowly turning the dial looking for a half way decent station. Eventually I got frustrated and settled on a talk show.

"-he just doesn't know how much I love him and he just continues to hurt me and honestly I'm at my breaking point Lady J, what should I do?" The stressed caller asked practically in tears.

"First off Drea quit your pathetic and insufferable whining it's annoying. Second show him he doesn't have you wrapped around his finger, because when men feel like they can run all over you and know your not going anywhere, you've screwed up....royalty. So put your big girl pants on and show him he IS replaceable. Third if that works great....but if it doesn't well you gotta get nasty and show him your not one to be walked over"

"You mean like hurt him?"

"Hurt, scare, kill whatever will get your message through loud and clear."

"Killing is a crime"

"So is abuse but clearly the law doesn't care about women and the amount of suffering we go through in this nation, it's self defense plain and simple."

"Ok but do you have anymore non violent advice?"

"Non violent....if all else fails call the police assuming your not already beaten and left for dead, that's all I can advise you to do"

"Thanks for the advise and for listening, no one listens to me anymore"

"My pleasure Ms. Drea and who else will listen to women struggles today, definitely not the men around us. I'll be expecting a call from you again to know what option you choose."

"That's all the time she wrote today ladies. To all the women out their weather you can hear me or not, if you stay in a home, shelter, car, or the streets be safe because I care about all of you. Until next time signing off with the queen herself, enjoy".

Beyoncé started to play before dean turned the radio off completely.

"Hey, why'd you do that" I asked.

"I hate feminists and I'm not in a Beyoncé mood today" he grumbled out. "Like seriously who does she think she is what if the guy had a bad day or something, women just think everything is about them and when we don't listen your ready to tear out heads off".

"I enjoyed the show, she just give advise and support to women going through troubles." I quietly stated as he blew off my response and we sat in silence.

I drifted in and out for two hours before he stopped at a gas station to refuel. I got out stretching completely this time hearing everything pop and crack before going in to store dean following behind me. I walked right by the cashier finding the restroom quickly and relieving myself. I wasn't gone no more that five minutes but there was blood all over the counter and floor when I came back out.

"DEAN" I screamed as he stopped stabbing the already dead cashier and stood up slowly walking toward me making me back up unsure if his intentions.

He was so close to me as his lips brushed my ear. The hand without the knife stroking my arm gently almost comforting had he not a knife in the other.

"He was looking at you how I look at you". "So killing him was the only option?" I asked as he started kissing my neck.

"I couldn't let him live knowing the vile intentions he had about you" he said as if it was the most obvious thing. "You can't keep killing people" I told him placing my hand on his cheek with dried blood stains. "I'll do what I please and you'll do what I say" he told me harshly.

"I will not I'm a person not a puppet". As quick as lightning the blade of the knife was placed against my throat. He continued kissing me until stopping at my lips giving me a quick but firm kiss, now meeting my eyes moving my hair back gently giving me a cold smile. "You'll do what I say and when I say it or I'll kill you where you stand anytime, day, or place".

"Ok" I answered as he removed the blade walking back to the counter. "Grab some snacks and get in the car". I didn't hesitate slightly afraid of dean and his mood changes.

I waited in the car about twenty minutes before he came out with two more bags of snacks and new clothes on no longer any signs he just murdered someone visible.

"Ready" he asked putting the bags in the back.

"Yes" I responded

"Good" he said starting the car and getting back on the road a few minutes later he had his hand out toward me and I looked at him confused.

"I want to hold your hand" he said smiling a genuine smile.

I gave him my hand as he kissed my hand before humming a unfamiliar tune to me and the silence was back.

I couldn't decide which was worse the world or dean.....

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A/N: Slightly possessive and completely crazy but we still love him. My updates are slow and I have no system to updating but only a few more chapters to go.