POV: Ashleigh
"Oi! Drooling champion!" Damian yelled as he shook me awake. I immediately woke up, startled to death and touched the corner of my mouth. Sure enough it was wet.
Well, damn it. So what?
Girls get to drool whenever they like.
My shrine was my express pass to everything.
I muttered a string of colorful words at his gentlemanly behavior of waking me up.
A-hole.
He got out of the car and began walking to what looked like a building holding all the shrinks and therapists on earth. It sort of reminded me of those creepy mental institutes.
I just want to go home. That little child in my head said again.
Yet, I opened the door and took the leap of faith to get Montgomery checked. Maybe he was going to reveal he was a rapist of some sorts? What if he was admitted into the institute? I shivered at the thought and made sure to walk a few feet behind him. My paranoia getting the best of me.
He turned around and gripped my hand. I'm not going to lie, it felt great. His hand was neither too hard nor too smooth. I would have pondered on its size if Damian hadn't said what he did.
"Welcome to Doofenschmirtz Inc." In an omnious voice of course. I laughed loudly at that and saw his face crinkling with a smile.
"Ok,now." I said controlling my laughter,thoroughly peeved by the building.
"Tell me why we're at the mental institute." I said, eyeing the building with disdain.
"Were you admitted here?" I asked worried. Still looking at the place in its drab white glory. It was a massive 7-storied building. For a second he looked dumbstruck and then he began laughing like a crazed idiot. He probably peed himself.
I began walking toward the building, annoyed. "Wait!" he yelled from behind me. He came jogging to my side and pulled his phone out. He texted someone and took my hand in his again.
"Lets go now." he said walking me to the building.
"Open sesame"he said as we reached the large metal doors and they opened on cue.
I entered with my hand still in his. I couldn't get enough of the feeling.
I noticed the interior of the building wuth a start. It was a complete contrast to what it looked like on the outside. It was large and spacious.
It was furnished impeccably. Definitely by a professional. The theme was a pale blue hue with a lot of white drapes on large windows.
The doors closed behind us with a woosh sound. I loved the building suddenly. It felt goddamn homely.
I was wondering how fickle minded I was based on how I responded to places when a young man in a formal tuxedo came smiling towards us.
He had disheveled black hair and red eyes...
Wait? Sorry? Red eyes?!
Ok,they were contacts. This guy's weird. What if when he grinned little fangs popped out. Dripping with blood.
I internally reprimanded my wild imagination.
I payed attention to what the creepy man was saying.
"Welcome,sir. The top floor's how you requested", he said smiling.
"Good, Micha. Oh and I'd like to discuss the paint job we've done on the building." He spared a glance at me and continued, "It reminds people of mental institutes. Ask dad to change it."
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