"Are you nervous?"
"Nah."
Isaac smiled over at me as we walked down the short maze of corridors. I suppose though it's not like it was anything new for him, private counselling or whatever it was with Stiles. In fact from the way he was talking he probably felt a little relieved considering it wasn't his normal counsellor who was, apparently, an absolute bitch; but no it was with Stiles this morning which was good I mean Stiles was only a few years older than us and didn't seem like a complete ass. I liked him. Although I did feel a little bad for him, he wasn't used to things like this, but seeing as he had taken myself 'under his wing', in Isaac's words, he needed a little practice.
"I'd be nervous if I was you," I shrugged.
"You're not used to it though," he chuckled as we approached a heavy, wooden door marked 'Mr Stilinski' near the foyer of the building, "I've been to so many counselling sessions I've lost count. Surely you've been to some?" he pointed out, leaning his weight on the metal handle.
"A few," I muttered, casting my gaze down to the floor beneath us as I tried to block out the memories of patronising doctors and crying and the endless wishing that people would believe me "but anyway. I've got one later, I um… I think."
"Yeah you probably do," he agreed, before cutting in quickly, "you'll be okay by yourself for an hour, won't you?"
I paused for a second, pondering the question before I nodded slowly and brought my eyes up to meet his once more which in turn caused my gut to twist and turn, ugh his eyes are so beautiful… I can't deal with it. "Well good! I'll meet you in the entertainment room in an hour-ish, then it'll be lunch time so we can go eat, sound good?"
"Sounds great!" I smiled broadly, which he returned before opening the door cautiously and entering the small office-type room, closing it behind him softly.
Now I was alone. Fantastic. Thankfully the building wasn't that big so if I managed to get myself lost it wouldn't be very difficult to find my way back to the entertainment room, or at least my bedroom, right? I thought I knew my way well enough though by now, so I began to walk in the opposite direction to the one I'd previously been walking in with Isaac in hope of finding the rest of the patients here.
I hadn't got very far down the corridor before I heard footsteps walking hastily behind me. I swallowed the saliva building up in my mouth, trying to ignore every instinct I'd developed from watching too many horror movies and just continued walking. Ignore them, Scott, it's probably a doctor or something.
That's what I tried to convince myself anyway, which very quickly became pretty difficult as the footsteps gained on me and before I knew it there was a hand on my shirt, dragging me backwards. My breath caught in my lungs as I was swung round and smashed into the wall behind me, my head cracking off the solid bricks, sending me into a momentary daze as I screwed my eyes shut.
I tried to draw in air before I was sent into a deep panic attack, but there was something constricting around my neck, stopping me from breathing. My eyes shot open and it was then I began to panic, my sweaty fingers clawing desperately at the hand, eyes locking with the person assaulting me.
He was tall, well-built, he had blonde hair and blue eyes and sported a cream v-neck with a pair of aviator sunglasses hanging from it. I knew this guy, it was the guy from earlier, Jackson I think his name was. "You," he snarled at me, baring his teeth in attempt to look threatening, "I don't know who you are or what your intentions are. But everyone around here knows me, they know what power I have and how quickly I can get them locked up. I saw you earlier, eyeing up my girlfriend," he glanced to the side as the faint sound of footsteps echoed through the corridor, stiffening his jaw in response and tightening his grip around my neck, "she is mine. She is my property, don't you fucking touch her. You clear?"
I nodded quickly, eyes bulging out of my head by this point as I began to feel faint. His snarl fell into a smirk, "good," he dropped me from the wall and I fell to the ground immediately, gasping and spluttering for the air that my body had gone so long without.
"Is something going on here?" I heard another, unfamiliar voice chime in as I tried not to cough up my lung. I looked up to see a man dressed in black jeans, black shoes, black t-shirt, there was a taser hanging from one side of his belt and a key chain from the other. I had no idea who he was, but he didn't seem very nice.
"Nope Derek," Jackson patted him on the arm and smiled sweetly, "just introducing myself to the new kid."
And with that he walked past the guy and continued on his path down the corridor towards where Lydia was most likely sitting waiting for him. What a douchebag.
Silence filled the space around us for a good thirty seconds before it was interrupted by a faint, "are you okay?"
Derek smiled sympathetically at me as he offered his hand to help me back onto my feet; I took it gladly and pulled myself upwards so I was standing again, still choosing to stay silent. "Ignore him," he rolled his eyes, "his father owns this place so he likes to think he's all high and mighty, but really he's a bit of a prick with an extremely large ego."
I chuckled softly, my throat still hurting from where Jackson had grabbed it, "yeah, I guess he is."
Derek laughed, a toothy grin spread across his face before he clamped a hand down on my shoulder, "come on, I'll take you to the rest of them yeah? Or maybe your room if you'd prefer."
I thought of Jackson in the entertainment room, that smirk still spread across his face as he saw the bruises form where his hand had been on my neck, no one else talking to me, yeah I would rather not. "My room," I whispered, "please."
Derek nodded in understanding and began to walk, his hand held lightly over my right shoulder blade as he led me away to my room where hopefully, hopefully no one would bother me again.
Very filler-y, I don't really like it but it is necessary so. Please drop me a review, I really like and appreciate your feedback x