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She turns. Her solid fists of rage now pointed in my direction. One step. Two. And then three brings her in front of me. The tips of her shoes press painfully against my shins. Her face is on fire with her anger. Her glare is even worse, scorching me with the intensity of her hate.
"This is all your fault." Her voice is low, trembling with each word as if it's taking all of her willpower to contain her fury within.
"No," I say, shaking my head. "I didn't do anything."
"He wants you," she whispers, her eyes falling to the sliver of skin peeking out from where Hale tore at my shirt.
Her fingers unclench before squeezing back together again. Over and over. And each time I'm scared that she'll attack with ready fists. Hale is a blur in the background as he pulls himself to his feet, fixing his pants over his still hard dick. He grimaces as he shifts himself around.
"Alice," he says calmly as if talking to a rattled dog. "Let's go back to your room."
She whirls around so fast my vision clouds over. I reel back in surprise when Hale whips to the side, a bright red handprint across his cheek perfectly matching Alice's bright red palm.
"You never want them. You do it because you have to, but you never want them." She glares at me from over her shoulder again. "Until her."
"It's not what you think," he says, his hands out, palms up as if waiting for her acceptance.
Her face becomes an assortment of emotions. Rage. Sadness. The pursing of her lips contrasting to the tears falling down her cheeks. "I'm not blind! You fucking want her."
"I don't! Dr. Bla—"
She whirls again and then there are more clouds. More fog. More unknown. I push, waving at the uncertainty, brushing them from my vision, from my mind, aching for the clarity that had become apart of my life. It clears but not fast enough for me to avoid her hand.
"This is all your fault!"
The first hit is across my face with her open palm. It stings and my neck hurts from being whipped to the side, but it's bearable. The second hit is with her close fist, making contact right at the apple of my cheek, blooming pain making my vision black. Being punched for the first time is like going on your first rollercoaster ride. The anticipation is unbearable. The crescendo is painful. But the fall is worse.
"Why do they watch you?"
"I didn't do anything!" I yell again, grabbing at her wrists, avoiding her punches, drenched in her rage.
"Why do they treat you like glass?"
"Stop! Please, Alice, stop!"
"What is so special about you?"
"I don't know!"
Hale runs over, his arms wrapping around her shoulders as he hauls her away, lifting her squirming body from the ground. She kicks out, landing a foot across my chest, slamming me back into the wall. My head cracks against the concrete, my hand flying out and hitting the glass window.
"Alice! Fucking stop!"
"Why won't you tell me the truth?"
She screams, a harmony to Screeching Jane's echoes, before clawing at her captor, bright red scratches mark their way down Hale's arms in the wake of Alice's nails. It's automatic when he throws her body to the side, letting go on instinct. Guilt washes over his face as she rolls across the floor.
"Fuck, Alice. I'm so sorry!"
He grabs at her shoulders, and she brushes him away with her slapping hands, jumping to her feet, screaming, "Don't touch! Don't fucking touch me!"
She bolts out of my prison. Hale is quick on her heels. I count my breaths. One. Two. Three. Waiting for my heart to calm and the silence to overcome, but it doesn't. Nothing in me relaxes. Not the heartbeat in my ears. Or the sweat running down my back. Or my breaths coming out too fast. I fight my way to my feet, using the wall as support, and edging along the room and out into the hallway.
"Edward…"
"My green savior." One step. Fog.
"I need you." Two steps. So much fog.
"Come back to me." Three steps. Everywhere.
On and on and on when all I want is my green savior's arms around me. Seeping into the cracks in the floor and the wall and under the doors of each prisoner's room. Slipping through my waving fingers and clouding my vision. The world spins when the scream rings down the hall. Not the anger of Alice. Or the consistency of Jane. But terror. Pure terror down my spine.
"Stop it! Stop it! Help! Someone help me!"