This false Prosper raised his eyebrows in question and my own eyes moved away.

"Come on, let's go sit down Shana. Do you want to go to my office or do you want to go-"

"I want to go home!"

He breathed out slowly, not even seeming to be offended that I'd just harshly cut him off,

"And where is home?"

That in itself was a trick question. If I was truly fourteen years old then that meant that home was in Charleston, South Carolina…but if I was to stay locked in the present then there was only one place that home was, and it was wherever he was…and right now he was in Scarborough,

"I…home is in Scarborough…Maine."

And there it was, that same look that I'd seen from Dax when he heard me make my first passionate mention of Kale. What did that look mean? Pity? Fear? Remorse? Guilt? Probably all of them…

"Home is in Scarborough Shana?"

I weakly nodded my head: Prosper was smart but so was I and I wasn't going to let him trick me! He didn't even seem like he believed me! All around us there were patients going about their business, nurses watching, in case Lee would need aid I'm sure, but his hands were no longer touching me though I could feel his presence no more than two feet behind me. He knew I was fast, of course he did: he trained me!

"Let's go sit in my office for now, all right? Or do you want to go back to your room to talk?"

"That's not my room…"

He said nothing to that, though his eyes moved away with that same damned emotion again as he gestured down towards where I knew there would be an office…but that was because I visited all of them here, not because I belonged here! It wasn't as if there was much else I could do, and he seemed to know about our school so following him was my best offer.

"Dax, would you please come too?"

My eyes quickly flickered to Dax who was still in the doorway of my room exactly where he'd been after I'd tried to flee…and he didn't look like he was planning on leaving anytime soon. I don't know why that eased me as much as it did, but it did, and when he was at my side I felt a breath escape that I hadn't even realized I'd been holding. I was used to being the one comforting him, watching over him…not the other way around.

"C-Can he stay the whole time…?"

Something in his desperate eyes weakened with relief when I said that and that relief was coupled with gratefulness when Prosper nodded his head,

"He can stay with us for as long as you allow him to, of course."

"Good…"

Good. Both of us followed, and I felt myself shrink down and lean into him when he moved his arm protectively around my shoulders. It was good to at least still have the familiarity of my friend…but where was Kale, what the hell had they done with him?! Every so often, even after we were seated in the office, I looked over my shoulder as if he would burst in at any moment and just steal me away from here. If this was how Prosper and Lee were going to be –strangers that only cared because they were paid to- then we didn't need them…Even deep within me I knew that wasn't true…I need them, but not as much as I needed him, and he wasn't here!

Fingers moving up into his hair for just a moment, Prosper leaned on one of his knees from his chair, eyes genuinely smiling at me,

"Now, why is Scarborough home?"

My lips parted and my heart pounded on, but I couldn't let myself get built up this quickly…not while I was still free from being held down or sedated,

"I-It's home because that's where I live…I live there with-"

Well, obviously not with Prosper and Lee since they were denying things so strongly,

"…my husband."

Your brother. Dax's fingers, still protectively on my shoulder, now gripped a little but by the time my eyes flashed up to him they were relaxed again…but he wouldn't look at me. His jaw was slightly locked in that way that people did when they were trying not to cry…his eyes were hardened, determined not to let anymore tears escape.

"Your husband, Shana?"

I forced my eyes back to him and nodded almost shakily,

"And your husband is Kale?"

Enough of this bullshit!

"Yes with Kale! H-He's my husband, he's your brother!"

And again there was that pitying sadness in his eyes!

"Shana…honey, I don't have a brother, I don't have any siblings."

Something in me snapped as I lunged from the seat towards him, gripping tightly to the armrests of his chair, my face mere inches away from his…and I saw actual fear in his eyes as I screamed,

"Don't you ever say that again! I-If you ever say that again I'll knock the shit out of you! You better pray to God that he never finds out you said that!"

But that was all I had time to get out before I was ripped away from him. It must have been Dax; my arms were blocking off Prosper's only way to press the button on his phone to call for an orderly.

"Get off me!"

His arms only locked tighter, one high and one lower and he successfully pulled me back into his lap, locking one of his legs to keep me there. How the hell had Dax, Dax Praxx, overpowered me?! Still I spit my words at him,

"You bastard! Fuck you!"

He wasn't Prosper; I didn't know who this cunt was!

"Shana if you don't calm down I'm going to have to have you restrained…you're already going to be isolated for the night."

And then I spit at him, hitting him right on the chin. That cunt had denied his own brother, his brother! His brother who'd shatter if he ever found out that he'd denied him…fuck him! Still, he remained calm as he took a tissue and wiped my spit from his face…but I had plenty more that I could send.

"Shana…stop."

My God he was patient, and it just pissed me off more! How could he be so calm?! I jerked in Dax's arms, trying desperately to get back to Prosper…one good smack, that's all I'd need, and I never thought I'd want to hit him…No! I arched my back harshly, trying with all my might to get away from him,

"B-Baby stop!"

"St-Stop it! Stop calling me that!"

The weak sob that pulled from him was enough to get me to stop for a moment, I wasn't used to hearing him get upset like that and I'd only experienced it on rare occasions…a flash of him being transferred to the prison was my cruel reminder. I found my voice again, and though it was quieter and slightly more contained, it still held a slight harshness that wasn't fair for him,

"Y-You were the one in here…n-not me."