Saved By A Mikaelson (Loving a Mikaelson AU)

Chapter 12: Discharged

I think I told someone I was gonna update Sunday I can't even correctly explain the update schedule for my own bloody story what

IT'S SATURDAYS AND WEDNESDAYS I AM SO SORRY

Chapter 12: Discharged

Song: Soldier- Damien

"What you must understand about me is that I am a deeply unhappy person."

-Alaska

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It's been a week now. A week.

How am I supposed to get through this?

It's been seven bloody days and I already feel madness threatening to climb inside of me. I'm scared.

I'm terrified of losing myself in this place, this prison.

I'm so numb. It's like I've forgotten how to feel.

I haven't smiled, actually smiled, in so long.

I don't remember how it feels.

I'm too busy being trapped here in this hell, this prison. I haven't been mistreated, or hurt, or even touched. But I hate it here. I hate the creepiness of it, the sounds, the screaming. 

I feel deranged and inhuman. I'm not myself.

I miss my bed.

Instead I have a hard, lumpy, mattress with a single sheet and a pillow equivalent to a rock. 

I'm just so... Lonely. All the time. It's not that I don't know what it feels like, but this is different. This is worse. 

"Lacey Smith?" A male nurse asks, peeking into my room. 

"Yes?" I look up, confused. They don't usually come in often. And I've already eaten and taken my meds.

"Congratulations, you're being discharged. Come with me, please." 

"Discharged?"

"Yes ma'am. We have your clothes in the front. There's a man here, says he'd be extremely willing to take you in." That's... Odd. But, can I really complain? I want nothing more than to be rid of this place.

"Did you catch his name?" I ask, taking my clothes from him, and pulling the curtain to change.

"No ma'am."

When I finish dressing, I pull back the curtain and hand the nurse my clothes. He leads me to the front lobby, and I'm faced with the very last person I expected, or wanted, to see.

"Hello, love."

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"You're joking. HIM?! I'll take the electric chair, thanks."

Kol only laughs. "Don't be that way, darling. You needn't pretend, I know you're happy to see me." He grins, taking my arm. I glare at him. I try and jerk it away, but his grip on me is too firm. He doesn't budge. I scowl.

I should be grateful I guess. He is the one leading me out the doors.

"I hate you." I mumble. "How did you even know I was here? Stalker."

"You know, I think you call me that more than my own name." He says with a laugh.

"Don't change the subject. Why are you here, Kol?"

"That's irrelevent. Why do you ask? Would you rather return there then come with me?"

I scowl. "Stop avoiding my questions! This is ridiculous. You don't know me at all. Why are you doing this? Why are you following me?"

"I do know you. More than you do."

"That's not even possible. How long have you been following me?"

"I haven't been following you."

I raise an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? Are you seriously telling me that you stopped by the insane asylum on the way to the park? And you just so happened to see me and think 'Hey! I should bring her home!' Is that what you're telling me?"

"Well, not exactly..."

"There's a whole lot I don't know about you, Kol. I don't know your last name for god's sake! And you seem to know every little thing about me, and you won't tell me why! What am I supposed to think?!"

"Lacey." He whispers. And I realize my back is pressed against his car, and he's very, very close to me. Too close. 

"Just," I breathe heavily. "Just get away from me." 

"Lacey! Wait." He grabs my arm, stopping me, and I glare at him. "WHAT?! What do you want from me?"

"It cannot be that simple. I just need you to trust me."

"How am I supposed to do that? Just tell me, Kol."

"One day. One day I will."

"And what am I supposed to do until then? Huh? Wait in some guest room in your shady house with your shady family until 'one day' comes?"

"I live in a mansion." He says with a laugh.

"URGH!" I yell. "I can't just 'trust you.' It's not that easy. This isn't a cheesy movie or some other crap. I'm not that girl. I'm not your girl."

"Have you ever thought that maybe," He asks, whispering into my ear, his cheek against my own. "That's why I like you?" His voice is hot and velvet and seductive and I have to pull myself out of my trance before I fall into it. Before I fall into him. 

"Stop it! Stop! Just stop. I don't want this. I don't want you. I know the type of guy you are, Kol. And it's not a good one. You'll pull me in and tell me wonderful things, wonderful lies. And just when I trust you enough to let you catch me, you'll tear me in two. I don't need any more of that."

"Lacey," He says, eyes growing more serious and sincere. His joking tone fades. "Haven't I already promised you that I wouldn't hurt you? Sweetheart, no harm will come to you as long as you're with me. I swear it. Please. Trust me. Come with me."

"But... Why? Out of everyone... Why me? There are plenty of other girls who would fall over if you said to them what you say to me. There are plenty of girls who would worship you, and would happily give you anything you wanted. There are girls who would literally sell their bodies to you, and you go and choose the fucked up one who hates your guts. You go and choose me. I don't understand."

He grabs my hands. "I don't want another girl. There's an innumerate amount of cheap prostitutes in this filthy world, but I don't want that. I want you. Let me. Let me in. Let me take you home, give you a nice room, clothes, a bed, a bath. I can keep you safe, if you let me. Please."

And he's close. I almost back away. But then I don't. He's slowly creeping up on me  and getting under my skin and it's like no matter how hard I try, to get him to go away, to leave me alone, I can't shake him.

 I'll regret it, what I say next. But the word spills from my mouth before I can stop it.

"Okay."