Hey there, I know I have done this story before! I hated the other and how it was written, so if it is a problem don't read it. When you think your story has been so shitty you attempt to fix it, thank you. I own nothing, Disney does so no money is being made from this story. Thank you for reading and please review.

I finish packing my last suitcase hearing my mother and grandmother having another spat, over me, which was bogus. I have lived with my grandmother Lacy for the last two years while my mother set up her and my father's dream, a mental hospital and rehab center for young teens, it has been three years since my father and older brother died. I knew it was time to live with mom again, she was a great mother and a caring human being, while grandmother thought after losing so much I should be getting proper attention, like her up my ass every day.

"Ok enough, I am ready mother," my mother Layla Stronghold was a stunning woman, she didn't need makeup, her ginger hair tied back her green eyes bright with a scattering of freckles across her nose just like mine, my hair was darker like wine my eyes a funky set of hazel like my fathers, Will Stronghold, my older brother Jack had her hair and eyes but he was wicked funny, he was strong and sweet at the same time. We shoved two suitcases and a backpack into the trunk, I carried a big bag to the front with me as she drove off.

"I am super happy you are willing to live with me at the hospital Westlynn. I know it will take time getting used to everything, but I am with you every step of the way. How about we grab something to eat, it is a little drive away you will get hungry," she smiled at me.

"Sure mom sounds great," I smile back, we are both trying from now on. My mind was racing this was going to be a whole new world for me, living there, a new school, no friends. I knew this whole situation was going to very hard but I also knew I had to do it, it felt right. It was just a gut feeling.

We stopped at Chick-fil-a, I ordered and so did she, the lush green landscape was stunning, small ponds lush tall green trees. I finally ate my lunch it was cold but still rocking in flavor.

"So do I get my own room?" I asked our alone time was coming to an end "No, not yet once the west wing is cleared you will. For now, you will be with Magenta Marks, she is such a doll," mother smiled her green eyes bright.

"Cool," I wasn't too thrilled but hey, better than grandmothers.

"We are nearly there, I alerted the rest of the teens that you would be there. I did tell them you are living there with me, no problems and such. I know you'd rather them think you're off balance but I'd rather not go down that route." She added as I gave a loud sigh.

"Great, you know I am not going to fit in," I feel the car turning to the left as we start to pull down the long drive before we reach black wroth iron gates, the design stunning, she enters her code and the gates swing open letting us in.

We drove just a tad further until the massive manor was seen, another 100 acres surround it, under the tress a few teens are seen talking or reading, some mill around on the porch. Then she turned the engine off, I knew this was going to be a wild ride.

"Come on Westlynn," I wish I could be as cheerful as my mother Layla but even as I walked to the back of her sleek red BMW, I was nervous.

"Layla, is this her? She is beautiful!" a woman with a heart shaped face, short dark brown hair and amber colored eye's said as she walked up to us, she was at least 5'9 dressed in slacks and a black top her smile was infectious.

"Willow, this is Westlynn. Westlynn this is my friend and colleague Dr. Willow Peace we have been running this house together,"

"A pleasure Dr. Peace," I smile in greeting "Let me get my son to help with your bags, no need for you to have to lug them upstairs. My son sadly is one of the high risk ones here, not for drugs but mental disorders, but I love him so much, he can be so very sweet," her voice faltered as she spoke of her son.

"That would be very nice, I doubt I will be able to get them all up on my own," I answer her in a pleasant tone, I watch as they walk away together. I have no choice but to sling my two bags over my shoulder looking into the trunk when a deep voice comes from behind me.

"My mother requested I help you with your bags," it was a deep monotone voice, dead. I turn seeing a man, probably 17, with long brown hair and dark cold brown eyes, he is dressed in jeans, a red top with a black leather jacket, a thick chain hung from his back pocket.

"Yes, she offered your help. I just need these two taken to whatever room I have been set in." my voice shook as I tried to maintain eye contact with him.

"You're with Marks," was all he said grabbing both suitcase's as I hurried shutting mother's trunk, his legs were much longer than mine, three of my steps was one of his. Once we walked through the door all eyes were on me, I wanted to jump out of my skin and run away.

"WHAT?! HAVEN'T Y'ALL SEEN A GIRL BEFORE?!" the one helping me barked out most looked away but a few were brave enough to keep it up "Thank you for helping Westlynn," mother gave him a brilliant smile as we passed heading to the room.

"That is the girls shower, I know you're normal but a nurse is in there to watch the other girls," he alerted me, I made firm plans on showering alone.

"Oh," my eyes wide "This is your room," he walked right in it was a nice size a desk in between the two twin beds, on was covered in a deep purple and black the other had my blue and silver bedding on it, I followed him in and set my two bags down on my bed as he did the same. I started on the task of putting everything away.

I hand my own personal closet it was rather small, but after forty minutes everything was done, I was supposed to take the empty cases to the storage shed.

I look around seeing the guy waiting, for what I have no clue "Sorry, I don't know your name. But thank you for your help, where is the storage shed, I was told to put my empty suitcase there?" a smirk crossed his face as I talked to him.

"My name is Warren Peace, I will take your suitcases, they have to go on the top self and you will never reach it. So your name is Westlynn?" he answered a little animation in his deep tone.

"Yeah, but I like Wes better. You don't have to take them you have done more than enough," I smiled, it was cool he offered.

"What are you doing in here Peace?" a young girl about my age with her hair in double bun's done a deep purple said from the door, her brown eyes directed at him. "I am helping Dr. Strongholds daughter, little bitch," he stood making her take steps back from his massive, hot body.

"Looks like you're done, good job Peace. Now scram," she retorted as my eyes bounced in between them, it was like a soap opera Grandmother was fond of watching.

"Make me, who's going to run and get one of the male nurse's or one of the guys? Go right ahead, not only will I beat the shit out of them but well you know," she turned vanishing from sight.

Bad blood.

"Sorry there Westlynn, I am popular in a not so good way, but then I am very popular in a very good way," the way he said it sent chills down my back.

"Warren, medication now. You can't go around threating girls, I swear," his mother looked torn between killing and helping him, he grabbed both my empty cases walking out "Thanks' again Warren," I call from behind him.

"Sure little mouse," he never turned to look back at me.

"Sorry, I am Magenta and you're Westlynn. I hope everything on my side is kosher with you," she gave me a smile "Oh yeah, I really like your posters," we sit in our beds getting to know each other since we share a room; by dinner I found my best friend.

I was introduced at dinner; I wasn't very happy with that. Dice and Trace both tried to get me alone to talk, but thankfully Magenta was right there with me.

Midnight strikes as I sit in the alcove in our room it overlooks the front grounds, the large gate can also be seen, but what gets me is the small red dot moving, but when headlights pull up to the gate I can see Warren staring into my window, it's a shocker. With a graceful movement he was over the gate the car driving off into the night.