Chapter 4

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"Let's try this one!" the doc says with a grin, pulling up a needle, I try to scream at him to stop but the prick of the needle penetrates my skin, I try to move away but I'm locked down by the very chains that stopped me from escaping the night I was raped, I pull violently on the chains, looking down and seeing doc grab another needle, they keep getting longer, feeling them stab into my arm like knives until he pulls out a small knife, going to my stomach, "Let's have a look inside shall we?" he suggests, but before he can cut into my skin and gasp and snap my eyes open.

"Milky?" I hear my name being called through the door, a banging on it, "Hay, Mikky are you okay!?" I look around the dark room, seeing something move on the ceiling, when I look up I see a knife poking through the ceiling, I jump up and scatter out of the way of it falling, I whimper when I see more fall, I run to the door and pull it open, running right into Lorenzo.

"Run!" I panic, I try to get away but he holds me still, "Let go!" I panic, pulling on my arm seeing the darkness come from the room when cold, freezing cold water is thrown over me, I gasp and snap my eyes open again, the water jerking me awake...

"sorry-" he says, holding a glass. I look around, no longer seeing the darkness try to sneak up to me, I peek around the corner as if I'm a Villon and theirs a diamond in that room, "are you okay?" he asks, I look over him, seeing him in boxers and that's it, his abs on show for everyone to see.

"uh-um yeah." I say and run my hand through my hair, "sorry." I say and look away from his sexy body.

"what was that about? you were shouting in your sleep and then you burst out of the room?" he asks and I look down.

"sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." I say shamefully and he pulls my chin up.

"do you want to talk about it?" he asks and I look into his eyes.

"no, it's okay, you can return to sleep." I say and he sighs.

"is this going to happen again?" he says softly, looking carefully at me, worriedly, he's worrying?

I look down, "probably." I whisper, "it was a nightmare, but I do get night terrors and sometimes day hallucinations, I'm sorry if it becomes a problem, it's not my fault I have them." I say lowly, anxiously, this is awful, I'm a freak, a fucking FREAK.

"it's okay, I understand." he says and I look to him in slight shock, "if you need me at all, my rooms right there, I don't mind you barging on through and waking me up if you ever get scared or have another night terror-" he says sweetly, tears brim my eyes, "is this also why you said the rooms too dark?" he asks and I nod, looking down yet again in shame, "well, you can bunk with me tonight if you we-" he stops, then sniffs the air...oh shit! my eyes widen and I instantly block the phormones from escaping, I block all scents from my body, "your room smells strongly of Lavender." he says and looks down at me with a smirk, "but yeah, grab what you need and come on through." he says and walks to his room.
what just happened? I stand there in slight shock, he is woken up by my panic and he tells me to sleep in his room?!

I let out a breath and go back into my room, I pick up my big bear and take it through, I look up and see his room is lighter then mine, he has his window open, making air flow through, theirs a TV on while he lays on one side of his bed, "oh, hello!" he says and looks to the bear, I hold it tighter, "what's with the bear?" he asks curiously and I shrug, walking over and placing it on the floor by the bed before dropping down onto it, "so that's where the Lavender scent is coming from huh?" he asks and I nod.

"I hope it's not an issue." I say quietly and he laughs.

"oh shush, I don't care." he says with a smirk, which makes me relax, "but I didn't mean bring your bear through, I meant you could share the bed." he says, "don't sleep on the floor." he says and I look to the clean, soft carpet, I let out a breath and curl up onto my bear, slowly falling back to sleep.
I wake up on the bed, how I got on the bed, well...Loz probably put me on it. why? don't have the answer. I sit up to find a note on Loz's pillow with a glass bottle of milk drawn on it with a cookie next to it, this makes me laugh, but before I can stop myself I've already laughed.... dismissing it I pick the note up and open it, "Gone to lesson, text me if there's a problem, thought it would be rude to just leave, you were too adorable to wake" and his number at the bottom....with a bunch of doodles around the page...is that a duck? he's a very joyful guy isn't he?

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