Welcome back! Previously, Zack found out about Rachel's "parents" which led to a small disagreement.

RAY's POV

Zack has finally calmed down. His arms was wrapped around my waist. I run my hand through is hair to try to find where his bleeding wound was coming from. I rip a bottom piece of my dress and pat down the wound to clean it up.

"Wow you hit your head pretty hard."

"What's your name?"

"huh?" I stopped for a second. Oh yeah that's right, I never gave him my name. "Rachel, Rachel Gardner."

"That's too long, Ray for now on."

"Ok Issac."

"Drop that shit of a name. I'll answer to Zack and only Zack. Get it glued into that smartass head of yours."

"Hehe, no problem." I gave him a peck on his cheek. The moment was ruined when a knock came to the door.

"Rachel! I'm here to give you the usual check up!" great my therapist has to ruin the mood.

"One minute! I'm not decent!" I had to hide Zack. I put my hand over his. "I need to put you under to hide. Stay there and don't make any noise." I whisper before getting up and running to the kitchen to open up the floor board I had hidden under the table. "Get in! Don't make any noise and i'll try to get him out quickly."

"Fine! Stop bossing me around!" Zack jumps down and I shut the door locking it behind him. I put the rug and table back up. The living room door opens up and I could hear the Doctor's footsteps.

"Rachel! What's with the mess in living room?" he asks leaning against the door frame.

" Sorry, just been… having a moment. I'll clean it up."

"Ok then." he looks around before waving his hand forward. He looks kind of convinced. "Let's go somewhere to get started." I take one last look at the kitchen before following the Doctor Danny.

ZACK's POV

Ahh fuck! It's a little dark down here. There is obviously a hallway that leads to a door, but I can't read the words on the door. Either way I march on until the floor decided to break under my step. WHY THE FUCK?!? I grab on to the edge and pull myself up to the other side. Tits on christ how old is this house? It's falling apart! I open up the room and walk inside.

"Wow, it's more of a mess in here than my old hideout!" I told myself. The room had fake flowers, toys, stuffed animals, bowls of cotton, sewing materials, and whatever else. The most noticeable thing however was this big box on the table. A picture with Ray holding that same box while sitting in between the dead people that I saw her with earlier. That must've been her folks. I went to the other side and stopped in front of some big blue curtains.

RAY's POV

"Alright, let us pick back up to where we previously left at." He says from my bedroom desk. The room was covered in pieces of glass, I guess Zack smashed and tore the room up. I told Danny it was my doing though, he did give a questionable observation around but still left at a "Hmph" before taking a seat.

"umm… ok. I told you about how I got my pet puppy."

"uh huh. Also about your parents becoming your "perfect" parents." he scribbles down notes on his clipboard. "The bottom of your dress seems ripped. Was that your doing?" He continues asking me somethings but I tune out for a second to look outside. Oh how I wish someday me Zack could go outside to hangout. Maybe we could take stroll in the park like the other couples, but i'm afraid he'll runaway. I don't want to lose him after all i've done to make him stay and be mine. He wouldn't just leave me? I was snapped out of my thoughts from a loud voice repeating my name.

"Rachel answer me!" I turn around to look at Danny.

"I'm sorry. I just have a lot on my mind."

"Care to share it?" He gets up from his seat and walks over to me. "As your therapist, I need to know so that way you can get better." he places his hand on the side of my head and moves it downwards stroking my hair.

"I… I'm afraid it's a little too personal." I look down at my hands. My hands were shaking a little.

"That look in those beautiful blue peepers of yours. It's absolutely wonderful!" his grip on my shoulders tighten. " I'm in love with your peepers Rachel!"

"Doctor, I'm sorry but I don't understand." I nod in disagreement. "The word love. What does that mean?"

"Oh Rachel you'll know when your older. For now just stay the way you are."

"Don't avoid the question. I've answered most of yours. The "when your older" excuse is invalid."

"sigh, Rachel. Love is a complicated topic. I've not had the greatest example of life, but I do know that seeing your peepers every session make me feel it."

"What if it's a person that makes you feel that way? Like not just their eyes, but just a person you want to have?"

"Hmm?" He pulls away.

"There's this certain person, he makes me feel strange. But strange in a good way."

"Can you explain how strange?" He moves back over to grab his clipboard.

"Everytime I see him, my face burns red. My heart's beating gets so crazy that I fear it'll explode." I wrap my arms around me. "And when we kissed, I felt so alive and needed! He is just perfect. I've already fixed his wounds, gave him food, and even gave him my first kiss."

"So you want this guy to be yours? From what you're explaining, it seems you just have a case of "puppy love.""

"No! It's more than that!" I stood up from my chair.

"Rachel, how long have you known him?"

"I met him last night when he broke into my house. I helped him because he was hurt. But i've seen him for years in newspapers and in the alleyways whenever I walked home. He saved me one time. That should count!"

"Calm down Rachel. No need to get angry. It's only natural for a girl your age to be thinking of such things. However, don't get too crazy and overthink about it. Also-" before he could finish the bell rung on his alarm clock. "Well I guess our time is up. It was nice visiting you Rachel. I'll be seeing you same time next week."

"Wait Doctor! Can I ask one last question?"

"Sure thing!" He packs up his case. I took a long pause.

"Actually nevermind, I forgot what I was going to say." I look away from him.

"If you remember, give me a call! Have a nice day Rachel and stay indoors. It's dangerous outside. Police have been roaming in the area searching for a killer on the loose." He lays a bag on my desk before walking down to the front door.

"No problem Doctor." I follow him to make sure he goes out the door.

"One more thing, take your medications. I've seen the bottles in your trash. You're putting yourself at risk when you don't take them."

"I understand. I'll start." I rub my arm. I hate the medicine. Those tablets do the opposite and never help.

"Better be serious Rachel. I'll take your word for now but next time I see you they better be." He steps out and shuts the door behind him. I let out a heavy sigh while locking the door.

ZACK's POV

Why the fuck is this here? What else could she be hiding? I put my hand on one curtain to pull it to the side, but was interrupted by the door slamming open. I guess that means she kicked the fuckee out finally.

"Stop!" She runs over in front of me and pulls my hand away. "Sorry, but that part of the room is a mess. I still need to finish it cleaning."

"Geez, like I give a shit about if it is clean." I move her out of the way and pull the curtains open.

Can you guess what he finds behind it? See you in the chapter!