Erimentha was going crazy here. It had only been a few days since Darren had been fired. She had realised when they left that that was the last time she was going to see Darren again. She longed for him, to have him touch her, feel his skin against hers. She had cried herself to sleep these past nights because he wasn't there to make her want to stop. She had sworn to herself that she would escape her prison. And I will.

Just then, the security guard of her sector came into her room. She recalled him being called Robin. He worked with Darren. He come and sat beside her on her bed. Her tear-stained face was buried into her jeans. Since Darren left, she had come accustomed to wearing actual clothes. Or at least, jeans, a shirt and a jacket.

"I heard you crying from outside." He said, trying to make it sound like he actually did come in because of that. Not because he wanted her. She could feel it coming from him, radiating from him in waves. But it wasn't like what she felt from Darren. Off him she felt love and passion. Off Robin she felt lust and desire. He didn't know her and she didn't want him to.

She sat there, non-moving from her spot apart from her sobbing shakes. He raised his hand to try and comfort her but withdrew it.

"People were always suspicious about you and Darren, but no one had proof." He said, in his own way trying to help her. "But then, when I saw him coming with the bags in his hands I knew it was true." Erimentha raised her head shocked and yet, not surprised by what he was saying and what he was going to say next.

"I had to tell Frankly."

"It all made sense now. Robin had always been jealous of Darren, first of getting a promotion from security guard and then of their relationship. Robin was the only one who could of seen Darren as he always came in the fire exit at the end of the hall, past the valuables room (a room in which personal belongings of the inhibiters of this institute where kept). He told Frankly so Darren would not be there.

Standing in his way.

Protecting her from him.

"You!" She managed to spit out in a whisper. Bitter resentment and pain coating her voice. She couldn't believe what she was hearing and yet, it was happening. Her breathing grew louder and harsh.

"I'm sorry Erimentha, but it's for your own good." He said, a sly smile creeping onto his face. She knew what he was thinking. It made her sick to her stomach to even think he could think about that.

"How the hell is it for the better!" She yelled standing up facing the opposite direction from him. She couldn't even look him in the face. He stood up and walked up behind her. His presence was tainted with what he had done to her. Taken her love away from her, maybe forever.

"Because you and me…" He said and put his hands on her shoulders. She pushed past him, cutting him off. His touch make her skin want to crawl and make her scream. But she wouldn't show her weakness, not again.

"Don't touch me!" She screamed at him. Her rage had grown to its peak and she was ready to let it out. "You and me! You make me sick. I would never be with you. I would never touch you!"

"And why is that? I haven't done anything to hurt you." He protested. Her mind was set on one thing. He did this to me.

"You haven't done anything to hurt me? You haven't done anything to hurt me!" If it was another time, she would have laughed at this statement but was unable to at this time. "How does taking my soul mate away from me not hurt me!" She screamed at him. She realised by his face what she had done. She had called Darren her soul mate. And she wouldn't take it back.

"Soul mate? You love him? What the hell has he ever done to make you love him apart from make out with you?" She was silent. He gasped, her silence said it all.

"You've done it with him haven't you!" She nodded slightly, unsure why she should tell him at all.

"Ye I have and I wish you could feel my pain!" She screamed in vain at him as he was not listening.

"How could you do this! You stupid bitch!" He ran at her with his arms out in front of him. He was shot down quite suddenly when a bright light of energy flew from Erimentha into Robin. She felt her rage drain from her body. Her eyes squeezed shut and when she opened them again, Robin lay still on the floor.

She stared at him until the realisation hit her. The only guard standing between her and her freedom lay still on the floor. Before another thought passed through her mind, she grabbed the door handle, pulled the door open and ran.

She ran to the valuables room and looking around for her box with her valuables in it. Eventually she found it. It contained her bank card, money (A/N don't ask why these things were in the box, it makes sense for the story), a ring given to her by her Aunt and Uncle and a ruby incrusted, golden pentacle necklace. She placed it around her neck and put the ring on her finger. She shoved the cash and card into her pocket and made it for the door. She was surprised no one was there yet. She stuck her head out of the door to make sure no one was there. It was clear and she ran as fast as his legs could take her. She pushed the door open and ran away from her prison.