Chapter 6

Alright Mortals, I'm back again!

Y'all still feeling this story? So I felt that because the last chapter put this shit over the ten thousand word mark, I'd do something a little special. This bonus chapter will be told from Beca's POV starting after she gets dragged out after slapping the inspector.

To all those people with nothing better to do then read my sub-standard writing, tell me what you think about this please! If you like Beca's POV, tell me and I'll see if I can write more in her POV ... If you hate this, then my readers, I apologize for this, and you can just skip this shit and complain.

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And I'm done with my usual overly long authors note now. We all know I own nothing, can we not rub it in?

Beca's POV

I hate that bitch I really do.

If I ever fucking see her again, I'll fucking kill her. I thought to myself as I was being dragged away by security. Fucking assholes didn't need to drag me. I could walk. Sort of ... I mean whatever the hell they hit me with was throwing me for a loop.

"Ms. Mitchell, you will need to stay in your room until further notice." One of the security guys said. "If you need anything, call. Disciplinary action will be taken later. Until then you are confined to your room and should you need to leave your room, you must be escorted by either myself or someone else on the security detail. Do you understand?"

"Fuck off you assholes." I growled. I so did not need this added aggravation. Whatever sedative they used was already wearing off, and my head fucking hurt.

"Ms. Mitchell, I need an affirmative answer that you understand what is happening." The security guy said, completely unfazed by my outburst.

Dick.

"Yes. I understand." I said slowly, drawing out each word. "Fucking better, prick?"

"Yes actually, minus the profanity." The security guy said in such a matter of fact way, I wanted to rip his throat out with my teeth. Did he freaking get sarcasm? Probably not. Security guys were such God damn bastards.

"Well that's great." I said sarcastically. "I want to get changed as you ripped my shirt ... do you mind leaving? Unless of course you wanna watch. In that case, all you had to do was ask you know."

"Uh ... no, yeah. We'll be leaving then. Your door will be locked ... and yeah, bye." The security men left, obviously very uncomfortable.

'Ha! Serves them fucking right', I thought to myself. I fucking hate them all. One day, someday, I'll murder them all in their sleep.

"URGH!" I huffed as I flopped onto my bed now that I was finally alone with my thoughts.

"I hate life. I hate people. I hate the world." I said aloud. "Great. Just fucking great. I'm talking to the walls now. Fucking perfect! Now I really am a fucking psycho."

How the fuck did I manage to get myself into issues like this? I mean, seriously, why the hell did I hit the inspector today? She wasn't even bothering me! Sure she was a stuck up egotistical bitch, and I usually can't stand people like her, but she wasn't doing anything to me! By stepping in and helping that blonde bitch, I broke my number one rule. Look out for yourself and fuck over anyone who bothers you. Why the fuck did I help that Aubrey Posen? I shouldn't have. She's nothing to me!

I won't lie either, Aubrey pisses me off so freaking much. She's all proper and calculated, and every time I've spoken with her, it was because she freaking ran into me! Yet, if we're going to be honest and all, I do have to admit, she does intrigue me. (Not in the romantic sense at all though. Nope, no way, no how, fuck no.) I mean intrigued as in what her deal is.

I mean, she acts normally. If you were to watch her (which I don't!) you wouldn't think that she belonged here. She looks like she belonged at some fancy dinner party actually. She makes polite small talk with the nurses and has perfect manners. But then if you look closer, you see the cracks, the little idiosyncrasies ...

She keeps to herself, but not in the shy kind of way, but the 'I'm-scared-of-people' sort of way. When she's around the other patients, she looks about ready to puke. Also, when she talks to the nurses, her responses are sort of robotic, almost like they were rehearsed, or drilled into her head. The biggest thing though, is she never lets anyone touch her. Not even a handshake or a friendly pat on the back.

Seriously, I get not liking people to touch you. I get it! If you tried to give me a hug, I'd probably break your fucking hand. The way she spazzed out when CR touched her though, that was beyond the normal 'I don't like to be touched' stuff. It was almost like some inborn life or death fear reaction.

She won't talk about what got her here though, so I really don't know what her deal is. The shit the inspector said to her though really seemed to hurt her though. What was she saying ... something about being a whore and the great Aubrey Posen ...

"HOLY SHIT!" I yelled as the realization finally dawned upon me.

The blonde bitch was the Aubrey Posen. I might have been in here for a while, but even I knew who Aubrey Posen was. But damn, how the fuck did she end up here? She was like some high power business woman with a perfect life.

So the plot thickens ...

Aubrey Posen just got that much more interesting. Purely out of curiosity though. Not the interesting like romantic interesting, but intellectual interesting ... I really don't like her. I'm just curious about her. Not like that though. Curious as to why someone who was at the top of the world, who was the epitome of success, was at an asylum. What the hell could have been so wrong with her life that made her this way? The mystery was actually kind of hot ... No way. Nope.

I have to get my mind off of Aubrey before I start thinking too much about her. I'll work on mixes or something.

'I wonder what kind of music Aubrey likes', I think to myself after a few minutes.

Fuck. I'm so fucking screwed.