Later That Day
We returned back from the studio an hour earlier. As soon as I was in the door, I stormed up the stairs to Michael's room and began throwing some of his clothes out the window. I was in such a rage, I didn't care what I threw out the window - or who I hit in the process.
'DID YOUR MOTHER NEVER TEACH YOU THE DEFINITION OF RESPECT?!' I shrieked, 'YOU SHOULD BE FUCKING THANKFUL!'
'Damn…' whispered Romeo from the hallway, 'Mamacita is madder than a scolded cat…'
'YOU ARE TO STAY OUT UNTIL YOU STOP BEING AN UNGRATEFUL LITTLE DICK! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME, MICHAEL?!'
Connor groaned.
'I knew I should've knocked tha' little fucker ou' when I 'ad tha chance…' he said softly.
'Should have stopped it before it got worse…' said Rocco.
'I HATE YOU! YOU STUPID, UNGRATEFUL, STUPID ASS!'
Michael threw his arms over his head as I continued to throw his possessions out the window. Everyone cringed when they heard the sound of shattering glass, followed by a loud cry of rage.
'WHA' THA FUCK WAS THA'?!' cried Murphy.
'She broke a photo frame…' whispered Isabelle.
Murphy nodded. I threw the last of Michael's possessions out the window, sticking my head out to shout at him.
'AND STAY OUT!'
Everyone moved as I stormed out of the bedroom. I stomped down the stairs, mumbling under my breath.
'Lousy, no-good, son of a…'
Connor growled. He ran after me, stopping dead when he saw me in the living room. I snarled, picking up one of the sofa pillows and aiming it at his face.
'WHOA!'
I picked up another pillow. I was having a blackout, something I've had a couple times during the captivity and recovery where I became so enraged I wasn't aware of who - or what - was there. Connor threw his hands up, trying to shield himself from the pillows.
'Baby…' he whispered, 'please calm down…'
I shrieked. I picked up another pillow, throwing it as hard as I could. Connor ducked.
'Babe…' he whimpered, 'please…'
I growled. I picked up a vase, throwing it at full speed, barely missing Connor's head. That did it.
'Baby Girl…' he said softly, 'please settle down…'

I gasped. I snapped back to reality, my forehead covered in sweat. I collapsed onto the couch, shaking like a leaf. Connor rushed over to me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. I flinched.
'Please, don't touch me right now…' I mumbled.
Connor could not believe his ears. I love cuddling, and me not wanting to be touched…that's unusual for me.
'Baby…' he said softly.
I shook my head. I moved away from him, cowering in the corner of the couch.
'Please…' I whimpered, 'don't touch me…'
'Oh, no…' whispered Murphy from the stairs, 'this is a familiar scene…'
Connor sighed. He slowly reached his hand out, stroking my cheek.
'Yer shakin' like a leaf, love…' he said softly, 'come 'ere…'
I whimpered softly.
'No…'
'Come on, Becky-Boo…' whispered Connor, 'ye need ta calm down…'
'GET AWAY FROM ME!'
Everyone watched in horror as I bolted out of the living room and up the stairs at full speed. I raced into our bedroom, slamming and locking the door. Connor growled.
'REBECCA…!'
'Connor…' said Murphy softly, gently placing his hand on his brother's shoulder, 'give 'er time. She'll be back ta 'er normal self soon.'
Connor sighed.
'Alrigh'…' he said softly, 'let's see 'ow this goes…'

That Evening
Well…unfortunately for me, everything didn't go as planned. I didn't eat at all that day, and I didn't talk to anyone. Everyone gathered in the kitchen, watching me with worried expressions.
'You think she'll be okay, Connor?' whispered Romeo, 'she seems really...out of it...'
Connor sighed.
'She used ta ge' like tha' when she was recoverin'...' he said softly, 'she'd jus' fly into a frenzy. She broke Murph's arm once...'
Murphy growled.
'Don' remind me...' he muttered angrily.
Emily peered into the living room at me. I was sitting on the couch, my knees curled to my chest. My hazel eyes were fixed on the TV, but they were out of focus. That meltdown brought back terrible memories - memories of when I was in the worst shape I have ever been in my entire life.

Boston Medical Center: June 6th, 2010

I looked around with wide eyes, taking small comfort from Connor, the man who had saved me, who had his arms wrapped around me. My broken rib was killing me, and I was more sore than I had ever been in my life. I couldn't see any part of my skin that wasn't marred by bruises, looking over to see my twin sister, Emily, looking almost exactly the same. Connor's twin brother, Murphy, was holding her.
I watched as our doctor - and friend - Dr. Simon Tam, attempted to find a vein in Emily's arm to put an IV in since the two of use are so dehydrated and malnourished. Emily's whimpers were driving me crazy. I wasn't a big fan of needles to begin with, and this was not helping things at all. I shifted on the examining table I was on, gasping at the pain it caused my broken rib.
'Relax, Becca…' Connor said softly, stroking my hair, 'everytin's gonna be okay, lass. I promise ye.'
I tried to believe him, but I found myself getting angry as Emily started crying. He was hurting her.
Simon let out a triumphant exclamation as the needle finally slid into its proper place in the inside of Emily's elbow, and he quickly attached the IV tubing. He turned toward me, the look in his eyes clear. It was my turn.
Simon watched me carefully as he approached with the needle. He held up one hand, trying to show me that he meant no harm and wouldn't hurt me as he came over to where I was laying with Connor to put an IV in my arm, too. I paid no attention. All I could see was the needle. I started to scream, and once I started I couldn't stop. I shoved Connor, away from me and picked up the tray of medical instruments that was sitting next to the examining table I was on. I started throwing them at Simon and quickly followed it up by throwing the tray itself.
'GET AWAY FROM ME, SIMON!' I screamed, 'GET AWAY!'
I jumped off the examining table, my eyes wild and crazy as I turned in a circle to try to find a way out of the room. Murphy jumped up, quickly moving to block the door. I growled in frustration, picking up anything and everything I could reach and throwing it at anyone in my way.
'LEAVE ME ALONE!'
'Rebecca…' said Connor soothingly as he slowly inched his way closer to me, 'settle down…'
I roared like a trapped animal, punching and kicking and scratching. I sent Murphy flying across the room, not hearing the bone in his arm snap. I screamed when Connor's arms locked around mine. I tried to bite him, tried to kick his legs, whatever I could to get free.
'NO!' I shrieked, 'NO!'
'SIMON, NOW!' Connor yelled, holding me tight.
Simon nodded. He stepped forward, pushing the needle into my upper arm. I snarled at all of them just before the world faded to grey as I passed out in Connor's arms.