Chapter 6: I Don't Like V.

"H-hello?" I whispered.

My hands are trembling as I hold the battered office phone with both hands. I skipped breakfast with the other patients to call Chad as soon as I knew he would be up for the day. I wasn't really that nervous until flashback of my dream went into my mind. I couldn't imagine Chad ever doing that: I felt like I was torn in two and the pain of moving kept me in bed the following day. I didn't want to be a coward like this, but without the drugs I normally took, I lacked the confidence to do this like I wanted.

" 'Lo?" Chad's husky sleep- filled voice answered.

"Umm… hey." I started.

'Great move, idiot.' I mentally berated myself.

"It's Troy-"

"Troy! Hey man, are you alright? You disappeared without any notice. I tried asking your dad what happened, but he said to mind my business. It took me a few days to convince him, but I managed to get him to tell me you were institutionalized."

"Yeah, some shit happened and I ended up here. It's not all that bad here, though." I paused, taking a breath. "And I finally sobered up enough to realize what an ass I've been."

'That's right, keep it light. Don't mention that you think that he raped you, and he should want to come.' My inner voice instructed.

"Hey man, it's alright. I know everyone else hates you, but we've always been like brothers. I get you, even if your an asshole all the time, I still know you care, even if it's really hard to see for most people. Just hang in there, I know you can get through it." Chad's sincere low voice cooed.

It made me warm to hear him say that. How could he be the one to have raped me? Like he said, we're like brothers, and I know he has no interest in me, because I used to always try and get him to fuck me.

'Just try it Chad, it's not like any one else will know…'

I shook those thoughts from my head. Looking back, I sounded like a real pervert, it's a wonder he stuck around.

"Thanks. So listen, the reason I called was because I wanted you to come by for a session between me and my doctor. I figured you could give the best outsider's perspective on my behavior." I lied, feeling bad about it. "When was the earliest time you could come over here?"

"Oh, hang on a sec…"

I hear him jump off of his bed, his feet making little dull thuds with every step. He must have kept the phone to his ear, because I could hear his breathing over the phone. It took a minute, but he finally answered.

"Hmm, I can come over tomorrow after work." He said slowly, as if still going over his agenda thoroughly.

I could practically hear the lying in his voice. He didn't have anything to do, since he only worked a few days a week, but he also didn't want to admit that he wants to see me, which was so Chad-like it made me smile.

"Well that's cool." I breezed. "Maybe after that we can hang out for a while. The only people I talk to here are my roommate and my doctor I could do with a friend."

I hoped that this would be true, because despite what he may have done, I still missed him. If he did do it, he truly was sorry, and has since been my only confidant. I couldn't imagine going to school without my best friend.

"So I guess I'll see you then, take care man. I've gotta eat something, my stomach is practically roaring at me for sugary cereal."

I smiled again, knowing that Chad wouldn't have ended this call any other way.

"Yeah I know, I missed breakfast for this. It's not so bad for me, though, since I still feel sick from time to time. I may grab an apple or something just to tide me over. I'll see you later man. Stay sexy." I hung up the phone, feeling a little better now that it was out of the way.

" 'Stay sexy.' Interesting goodbye for a friend don't you think?" A rich voice asked from behind. "I thought this was the bad guy in the picture."

I wasn't surprised that Adam heard my conversation, since he was the one who let me in one of the offices to use the phone. It was his duty as a employee to watch me and make sure I didn't do something crazy like all of the other crazies in here.

"Maybe," I answered. "The thing is Chad and I have been friends since before I could remember. Even though my memories are telling me he was the one who hurt me, I can't help but feel that they are wrong. Talking to him reminded me why we have been so close for so long."

"I told you that it was unnecessary to put it off. You seem even better than before, probably because you have someone else to talk to rather than your boring old doctor." The raven haired doctor's half smirk was enough to stir up some out of place feelings.

"There's nothing boring about you…" I murmured as I moved in for a kiss.

I closed the distance with my eyes closed only to be surprised by large warm hands pushing me back. Opening my eyes, I see a pained Adam holding me in place.

"Troy," he started.

"About last night…" I started.

"The thing is-"

"You can't risk getting caught with me." I finished.

"Not only that-"

"But it would mean years of college wasted, and you would never be able to do what you loved."

"Quit doing that! Let me speak!" He snapped.

"Alright then, explain." I said cooly.

"…"

"Well?" I asked.

"...You already said everything." The man scowled.

I made a face as I paced around him. It was so fucking typical that I would find a guy that is perfect and then it turn into some forbidden romance. It was like some cheesy romance novel or something.

"Listen," I started, cupping his face in my hands. "I like you. A lot. You make me feel safe, something I haven't felt in a long while. This place is seeming more like my home that my real one has been lately. And last night, and I know is gonna sound cheesy, but it felt like my first kiss- at least how it should have been."

I looked into his chocolate brown eyes, searching for some sort of mutual feeling, but I could find none. I sighed deeply and put my hands down.

'Great.' I thought. 'He doesn't even like me. Last night was probably some sort of experiment.'

My sour mood must have shown because he spoke, his voice soft as if he didn't want to hurt me.

"It's not that I don't like you." The sable haired doctor confessed. "You are a great guy: your funny, you definitely have the looks, and once you get past all of the abrasiveness, your a caring guy; but I'm not gay. I've never even looked at other guys before I met you. I'm curious, I won't deny it, but I don't want my curiosity to be something that hurts you. I like that I make you feel safe, and that's something I hope I can give to you- as your friend."

"Okay. I like that you make me feel safe too, and maybe one day you will consider being with me for more than friendship, but I certainly don't want you seeing anyone else until then." I said.

"I won't." He gave me a brief man hug. "Now come on, you said you would eat and apple, and I'm gonna hold you to it."

"You know, eavesdropping is really rude, that was a private conversation between Chad and myself." I teased.

"I don't know if I like you talking to Sexy Chad," his low voice full of humor. "After all, we're not supposed to be seeing anyone else. How do I know you won't make a move on him once he's here?"

"You aren't supposed to see anyone else, I can talk to my sexy friend whenever I want. And I won't make a move on him, because I've already found someone." And I gave him a brief, not-so-manly hug back.

***

The rest of the day was a bore. I went into group therapy with a bunch of other people and their problems. It wasn't like I had no empathy for their stories, but I always thought that group therapy was a bust. You set a group of people together to bitch about their sob stories to get them to connect and then they do all of the therapy themselves. The 'therapist' in that group is merely a overseer, making sure no one gives bad advice or sends everyone else into a relapse. Maybe I was just being cynical, but that's just me.

After that I had a quick lunch and snuck off to find Adam. He went out for lunch, as one nurse told me, but I couldn't help but think that he was trying to avoid me. On my way to the bathroom I ran into Ryan, who was going in the same direction.

"Hey." I replied in a somewhat friendly tone.

The blond's flat 'Mmm' was all I could get out of him.

"So," I began, "how's your leg doing?"

He flinched at the mention of it, but still said nothing.

"It looked pretty bad, but I suppose if you're walking around, though, then it wasn't really that bad." I knew better than to say it out right, lest someone hear us.

He sighed.

"Can I please piss in peace?" He grumbled.

"Sure." I said with indifference. "I'll meet you in the hall."

I stood in the hallway, waving my hands wildly, trying to get the excess moisture from my freshly washed hands. Those warm air dryer were a joke, all they did was move the water around on your skin. It seemed like there was something new to hate everyday here, I should really keep a list.

Ryan finally came out, shaking the water from his hands as he walked. I mentally chuckled.

"Finally. You take forever in there." I teased.

"Whatever. I really didn't expect company." He snapped. "What the hell do you want?"

"I was just wondering how you were, you looked pretty hurt when you... stubbed your toe." I improvised.

"Well, I did stub my toe pretty deeply." He said with a dark smile. "It's a little hard to walk like nothing happened."

"I bet. Well, I'm glad your can at least walk. Bye." I said as I walked off.

"Hey Troy." Ryan called behind me.

"Yeah?"

"I don't get you. Once I think I figure you out, you go around an change. It's giving me a headache." He said with a smile.

Right before he flipped me off.

"Right. You too."

I went back to my room and flopped onto the bed. I still had a few hours left until I could see Adam again. He was my therapist or something, I didn't know for sure because I was distracted by his face while he was talking. All I cared about was that I got a few hours uninterrupted with him three times a week.

Vincent came back to the room a while later, slamming the door on his way in. I jumped, startled by his carelessness, since he was usually so considerate.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"My parents are going to move to California while I'm stuck in this fucking shit hole!" He exclaimed. "My dad got a better job offer there and they are moving in less than a month. They kept this from me for two months, because they wanted me to get better before we left, but that's not happening anytime soon. Now they're running out of time and they want to move without me!" Vincent kicked his bed frame, which was metal, then cursed some more while nursing his foot.

"They are coming to get you when your done here, though, right?" I asked, hoping it would calm him down.

"That's not the issue! The thing is they are moving really soon and they didn't tell me anything. I just saw them in person yesterday, and they said nothing. Also, I'm going to have to sleep in the basement in the new house they picked out. I'll be like their disappointment that they swept under the rug." His last sentence betrayed his true feelings, I could feel his emotions rolling off of him.

Suddenly, he went rigid. I called his name, but there was no response, his eyes were rolled into the back his head. I hate to say that my mind went there, but I couldn't help but think that could be his orgasm face.

When he reopened his eyes, he looked at me with a curious stare, like he was examining me.

"Are you okay Vincent?" I asked him.

"Why do you people always insist on call me Vincent? Call me V, or Vinnie if you prefer, but I prefer V." Vincent's, or rather V's, husky voice murmured as his eyes trailed along my frame.

***

I remembered talking to him when I first came in here about his issues. How he had gotten into the arts school and had a mental breakdown, which led to multiple personalties. He didn't tell me much about it other than that he had three personalities that he knew of: there was Tyler, some jock who was pretty much some preppy guy; Mickeal, who was the one who tried to set the school on fire; and Vinnie, the straight- acting gay guy who suspected that he may be bisexual.

I laughed when he old me about V.

"How can Vinnie be bi-curious?" I had asked.

"The hell if I know!" Vincent grumbled. "I have a fucked up mind, so I wasn't really surprised."

"Well, has he ever… been with anyone?" I asked out of curiosity.

"No, thank god, I wouldn't want lose my virginity when I 'wasn't even there," he joked. "There's was that time when I snapped out of it and I was in my boxers in some guy's bedroom. Luckily I was able to get out of there intact."

I laughed and he slapped my stomach.

Since then, I haven't even seen him the least bit angry. He's always been smiles and Mr. Sunshine. When I asked him if it was like some sort of emotional management he said he was like that naturally. It was only at that school when he started falling apart did his mood ever waver. Since then it's been getting steadily more towards how it used to be. Today seemed to be a big step backward in that direction.

***

"Hey V," I greeted. "Do you know when Vincent will be back?"

His eyes darkened a bit, but his calculating smile didn't waver.

"Can't say for sure, but I know something we can do while we wait." His low voice sending an involuntary shiver down my spine.

"No thanks," I breezed, "I'm already taken."

"Oh really?" His lips barely moving, "I'm sure that they won't mind if I have just a little bit.." His eyes raked over me, glazed with lust.

V's hands wrapped around my wrists and pushed me towards the bed.

Uh-oh. This is NOT good!

I tried to fight back, but Vincent was bigger than me, so it would make sense that V was just as big. He chuckled when he realized that I was struggling, and pushed me back harder. I though about kneeing him in between the legs, but he had already thought about that; my legs were being pushed down by the rest of the weight of his body. I my heart started racing, knowing that I was helpless underneath my attacker, who was also my friend. Huh, deja vu.

"Gwah…" he moaned as he ground himself into me. "Your so fucking hot, I could take you right now."

I tried my best to contain the moan building up in my throat. V may be trying to rape me, but he sure as hell knew how to work it. When Vincent came back, I would have to ask him about that.

V smashed his lips into mine as he continued to grind on me. He murmured something, but I couldn't be sue I heard him correctly. It sounded something along the lines of 'Vincent is going to be so pissed when he finds out.'

That was it, I could distract him for a bit and maybe I could get v to go away. I didn't really know much about his disorder, but it was better than being raped.

"Hey V," I said breathlessly, "Vincent told me that your bi-curious, and I was wondering how that is."

V stopped grinding and pulled himself up. He looked at me with what seemed to be surprise and pushed the raven colored hair out of his eyes.

"What did you say?"

"Wel Vincent was telling me that you have considered that you may be bisexual, and I was wondering how that could be so, since you the Gay personality and all."

I wondered briefly how my attempts to thwart his sexual advances were doing. Then he pushed me back down into the bed, lips pressed harder than before and pushing his tongue into my mouth.

Weird, weird weird! This just keeps on getting ore complicated!

"I didn't know Vincent could read my thoughts too; I thought it was like a one way mirror, but that doesn't matter" He said between kisses. "Because I'm still here, and your good enough for-"

V went limp and passed out on top of me. His tongue was still in my mouth and I momentarily wondered if I should bite him, to teach him a lesson. I conceded that though when I realized it would hurt vincent a lot longer than V. He stirred above me and I heard him groan as he got up. And pushed himself up.

The look on Vincent's face, as I now realized he had changed back, was horror struck. He asked me what happened, and after hearing the story, asked if I was hurt. It was only after I managed to interrupt his long string of apologies that I could tell him that we could talk about this later, since I now had an appointment with Adam. That was something I wasn't giving up anytime soon, no matter how many horny gay alternate personalities try to have their way with me.

"Your sure your fine?" Vincent asked before I'm left.

"I should be asking that of you. I was tempted to bite off V's tongue, but then I realized he only a renter; you're the landlord that had to deal with the damage." I said with a wink. "No harm done, although I must insist that you tell me where V learned to grind like that. It was nothing short of spectacular. "

I made it to the door when Vincent called me again.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Thanks for not making this weird." He said. "Your a sweet guy, despite your perversions." He finished with a wry smirk.

Well, this was certainly going to be an interesting conversation with Adam.

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Hey…

So, it's been awhile, no? Sorry about that, with the fall semester starting, I finally decided to get a few days off from work for myself. I worked so much during the summer, and with such odd hours, that I had no energy to sit here and write. But enough of my apologies, how did you like this chapter? Troy is changing, the relationship with Adam gets more complicated, Chad - and the truth - are getting closer, and eventually Troy and Ryan will be together. How will that happen? Who knows (except me).

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