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As me and Teddy talked during dinner I finally convinced him that his food wasn't out to get him.

"I see you made a friend," Dr. Cawley said smiling next to me.

"Stay away from her!" Teddy said angry in a low voice.

Dr. Cawley looked at him. "Teddy I'm merely trying to help Clara here so she can leave."

"Like you helped me?"

I looked back and forth between them as they spoke. I didn't want to be stuck in the middle of it.

"Teddy," Dr. Cawley said tiredly. "I've been trying to help you. You won't cooperate with me to help you. The longer you struggle the longer your going to be in here."

I stood up. "I'm tired. I think I'm going to turn in for the night."

"Very well. I'll have an Orderly escort you to your room," Dr. Cawley told her.

He snapped his fingers and before I could blink I found one standing next to me.

"Ready to turn in miss?"

I just nodded.

"Follow me," He said.

"DON"T TAKE ANYTHING THEY GIVE YOU!" I heard Teddy yell as we left the dining hall.

"Don't mind him. It's not his fault what happened to him," The Orderly said.

I looked at him. "What do you mean?'

"He was married before and had three children; two young boys and one young girl," He explained.

"What happened?"

"He came home from work one day and found his wife outside. His wife drowned their kids in the pond lake."

I gasped. "That's awful. Does he remember?"

"Sometimes he does and sometimes he doesn't."

"What happened to his wife?"

"He killed her."

"Do you blame him? You wake up in the morning and go to work to provide for your family."

"I don't blame him. His wife was ill. He couldn't stand to look at her anymore and she wouldn't stop rambling so he killed her."

He stopped in front of a door. "This is your room. Have a nice night miss," He said unlocking the door to let me in.

I walked in and stared at the tiny room; one single bed and a small table. I heard the door shut and lock.

I sat down on the bed when a hand grabbed my foot from underneath the bed. I nearly screamed when Chuck laughed and pulled himself out from underneath.

"I wish I could have seen your face," He said proud of himself.

I glared at him. "That wasn't funny," I said.

"You know you love me," He said sitting on the bed next to me. "How was your first day?"

"I don't want to be in here anymore. I'm not crazy."

He pulled me close. "I know your not and Dr. Cawley knows it. It's Ray's power that's keeping you in here."

"I'd rather be dead than stay in here."

"Don't say that."

"It's the truth! This isn't living."

"It's not but at least your safe in here from him. Try to get some sleep." He said kissing the top of my head.

"I'm not sleepy," I protested.

I felt something pinch my arm. Before I even had a chance to look my eyes closed shut.

OOOOOOOOO

"This place is crap!" Ray yelled when he came home from work. "What the hell did you do all day?"

I was sick with the flu and didn't have the energy to clean. "I'm sick."

"That's your excuse," He said hitting me causing me to fall down.

The force shook my sick body and I threw up.

"When I wake up in the morning this house better be clean!" He yelled in my face. "Don't forget to clean your puke up," With that he went upstairs and slammed the door shut.

I tried to lift my head up but I couldn't. I passed out knowing I was going to get it worse in the morning.

As you read I'm starting to show flashbacks of her marriage.

Dawnie-7 you were right. It was Ray Liotta