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Lara was dressed modestly today, with a cashmere sweater pulled over one of her summer dresses. The skirt was long enough where the bottom swung around the knees, the thin fabric grazing the back of her legs. Though hardly any skin was showing, Trevor had a way of making her feel naked and vulnerable. The way he leered at her with those predatory eyes made bile crawl up the back of her throat. She hated him. She hated Trevor and his ability to act so cool, calm, and collected despite the horrific history between them. He was supposed to be gone. She was supposed to be safe.

She shifted uneasily from foot to foot, trying her best to keep her composure despite the storm brewing within her. Lara refused to cry--refused to let herself crumble in front of the beast before her. She knew it'd be like bleeding into the open water: he'd sense her weakness and devour her whole.

"I thought you were gone," she said coldly. "I heard you were fired and that you were off living in the streets where you belong." Perhaps it wasn't good to antagonize Trevor like this--she knew he didn't take well to being baited--but this was her only means of defense. She was aggressive to keep others away. Lara wasn't so sure this approach would work with Trevor, but she might as well try.

Lara ignored his questions about how she'd fared while he was away. She didn't know whether he thought much about her or that sin he'd committed in the stairwell, but she thought of it often. It stirred her from her sleep. Sometimes, she felt like she could still feel his hands lingering on her body. It made her want to retch. 

Welcome Home - Lara and Trevor

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That long period of numbness had since subsided. Lara wasn't exactly back to her normal self after her long stay in ISO, but she was at least feeling a lot less empty. It'd been a while since she was among the throngs of weak-willed, weak-minded patients at the manor, but she was walking around with them now. Everything was back to normal. Everything was comfortable and safe and...

She caught a glimpse of a large body looming on the other side of the room. It couldn't be him. He was gone. He'd left. She'd heard he was fired--that someone had finally caught him doing something wrong. Were her sources wrong? Was he back? He couldn't be. 

Her body was frozen as she stood there, her mouth agape and hands clenching and unclenching at her sides. It'd been a long time since Lara last faced off against Trevor. She wasn't ready then and she wasn't ready now. If it was him, if she wasn't just trapped in some horrific nightmare, she wouldn't know what to say--wouldn't know what to do.

A squeak escaped her lips. She felt like a child again and she hated herself for it. She wished she were somewhere else--that he was somewhere else. "Trevor?" she asked, her voice hardly above a whisper. He probably couldn't hear her over the chattering of the other patients in the room, but she wasn't sure she wanted him to.

Welcome Home - Lara and Trevor

It had been awhile since Trevor Lloyd graced Stonebridge with his presence. It had been an unsuccessful mission to find the last remaining member of his biological family. The only family he had left was his dogs. Which was fine with him, he liked them better than people anyway. Returning to work would be interesting enough, Trevor did always enjoy riling up the loonies. Bumping fists with a few familiar co-workers, before heading to the guard’s office to clock in. There were a few questions surrounding his absences, and of course rumors has bubbled up while he way away, but they glanced off his cold exterior. In some ways it felt like he had never left. In other ways he wished he had never returned. 

After receiving his daily assignment, he headed down the hallway to start his patrol. The halls still smelled the same and carried the same dreary feel. To think these privileged brats shelled out so much cash to stay in a place that was probably depressing enough to push them over the edge, but then again he always suspected that was what these places were for. Who ever really left this place happier than when they came in? How many patients did Stonebridge really cure?

A soft smile worked itself onto his lips as he scanned over all the fresh new faces. Had he really been gone that long? It was a good thing he never bothered learning anyone’s names, it would have been a pain in the ass to wipe the slate clean and start over from scratch. Perching himself up against the wall of main hallway he kept his eye out for any trouble. Not that there had ever really been too much on his watch anyway. He certainly wasn’t going to make an exception now. If there was anything to be said about Trevor Lloyd, it was that he was an effective guard.

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Lara was quickly growing bored with this conversation. She didn't care to answer his silly questions or listen to his pitiful attempts at making cutting remarks. She had only wanted to paint--to do something that made her feel something. The only thing the guard was making her feel was irritable. Even Jack was better at inspiring fear in her than this idiot was.

She was about to roll her eyes and heave a sigh of annoyance, but her breath caught in her throat at the mention of Penny. Oh? Was this why he'd arranged for this little interrogation? Because he viewed himself as that mousy girl's protector? Ha! Perhaps this was going to be interesting after all.

"She kicked me. I simply retaliated," she said matter-of-factly. "I'm surprised you don't just ask her yourself--seeing as how you're on a first name basis and all." How funny it was that this guard was playing the part of Penny's white knight. It was rare to see guards truly care about the patients at the manor, but apparently Penny had found one to take interest in her trivial woes. How funny. Lara would have to look into this more--perhaps pay off a few guards and see what they knew about this man and his relationship with Penny.

Forsaken || Lara and Ezra

Ezra’s only movement in response to her explanation was a blink of his eyes. “You seem to get into a lot of disagreements, don’t you?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t like it when things aren’t going your way? Because I mean, really, how could two people possibly get into a disagreement without one winding up in a mental institution? That wouldn’t be mature, now would it?” The sarcasm was strong on this one.

Although she hadn’t revealed any details about the apparent disagreement that resulted in her submission to the institution, he had a feeling it was less of an altercation and more of a physical matter.

Her answer to his question about ISO prompted a smile. Liar. What would a girl like her do in a tiny white room, left to nothing but her thoughts and reflections? “Oh, I’m sure,” he said teasingly, still smiling. He leaned back in his chair, taser resting in his lap. “It was certainly more peaceful while you were gone, I’ll say that much. Well, for Penny, at least.” He eyed her for a moment or two, observing her reaction. She was good at hiding her emotions—appearing confident, even in a situation such as this.

He had originally wanted to toy with her, but he was feeling more and more lenient. Hurting others wasn’t in his nature, despite her offense against Penny. He figured he’d keep pressing her for information in the meantime. “Do tell me,” he continued. “What exactly happened between you two? I’m so curious.” 

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Lara couldn't believe he had the gall to call her a disposable being. If this were any other day, she'd lash out at him and scratch out his eyes, tearing the meat out with her nicely-shaped nails. Oh. That reminded her. That long stay in ISO had done a number on her nails. She'd be sure to have re-painted for her by a staff member. Maybe she'd choose a nice red. It'd go swimmingly with the blood from Jack's eyes.

It was stunning how fake he could be in front of other people. He was so like her--so well-versed in putting on airs in order to fit in. Unlike her, however, he was disgusting. Jack was an absolute pig of a man who threatened to touch her if she didn't comply with his wishes. It was one thing to threaten someone with violence, but sexual violence? Jack needed to be killed.

In time, she supposed. It would be easy enough to point deranged patients in his direction. And if whatever lunatic she sent after him didn't do an efficient job at killing him, Jack would receive the sweet medication he so desired. It would be a win-win situation, which wasn't ideal, but Lara wouldn't mind so long as Jack was hurt. It would be nicer if he was permanently put out of commission, but any harm to him would please her.

She rolled her eyes as he tried to feign niceties with her in front of his nurse. Lara would get revenge in due time. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon.

Ashes to Ashes || Lara and Jack

Jackson stared Lara down into some sort of staring contest. Both their eyes were matched with hatred. Of course she wouldn’t do the same thing she did once before. She wasn’t a complete moronic fool. Lara at least learned from her mistakes and that was what he liked about her. Dylan, unfortunately, wasn’t as intellectual as Lara was. Just like an abused puppy, they always still, were very loyal to their master. An idea was now engraved in his cranium. 

He smiled softly into Lara direction after the long bit of silence that came after her speech. “You’re absolutely correct, Lara. I can’t use you. You don’t serve a purpose for me anymore. You fail to realize that I won’t be suffering. I think, deep down, you want to really hurt me. Put me in a state of complete immobility. I’m fine with knowing that. Maybe, in the future, you’ll be able to accomplish this goal.” Jackson stood up from the swings and peered over at his nurse that was coming his way. “You’ll be suffering in silence at the sight of me getting what I want. You’re just another disposable being. Another one can always take your place. At least you’ll keep in mind that I won’t be coming to you for your services. You won’t have to stay in ISO. This is a good thing. For the both of us.” 

The way he spoke it seemed like the two were separating from dating. That’s just how Jackson saw their relationship. A relationship that never should have taken place. She was demented, as he was, and two demented people with strong goals just couldn’t work. Why didn’t it come to him sooner? As new people came in every couple days to the asylum there were always thick-headed sick people who were willing to do anything. Anything to feed their own sick desires. He would find those people and he would use them to get what he wanted.

"You look very well, Lara. I hope you recover in time." He grinned brightly when the nurse finally approached the two. "It was nice talking to you."

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How was ISO? How had he known and why had he cared? Were the guards taking about her again? Or did he have personal interest in why she was sent there in the first place? It seemed Lara had plenty of questions to ask him, but none of them would go answered. He was going to be the one asking the questions during this little interrogation; he had the taser, after all.

"I'm in here because I got into a disagreement with a girl. She sued me and I pleaded insanity in order to avoid jail time. Daddy thought it would be better to have his daughter deemed a lunatic than a jailbird," she said simply. It was all true, but her answer was extremely vague. Whatever. There wasn't any need for him to know the specifics.

"ISO was fine," she lied. In actuality, it was intolerable. She'd never admit this weakness to the man, though--not when it seemed like he got his kicks from holding women against their will. "It was nice to have a little peace and quiet for once. The manor can be so noisy."

Forsaken || Lara and Ezra

 Ezra leaned forward, lowering the taser. “What’re you in here for, Lara?” he questioned. The look in his eyes screamed condescending. If she could be a snob, he could, too. But aside from the annoyance he felt when he looked at her, he was curious. Whether or not she told the truth wouldn’t matter. He would review her file later—the guards had permission to know what they were dealing with, of course. 

He felt this little bit of interaction was necessary, however, even if it was quite unusual. For future notice, he wanted to get a taste of her personality. He wanted to figure her out a little bit. He wanted to taunt her, provoke her, or possibly frighten her. After all, she hardly seemed remorseful for what she’d done. Perhaps that explained her situation. She was loony one way or another.

"How was ISO?" he continued, a deliberate smile tugging at his lips. He hadn’t seen her since he’d restrained her that night, thereby rescuing Penny. ISO would’ve been the punishment of choice.

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Ah, Ashley. Lara remembered the incident clear as day--mostly because she often replayed the event over and over in her head. She blamed Ashley for her stay here; she wouldn't have been in this predicament in the first place if it hadn't been for Ashley telling on her. The girl should have just taken her family's bribes. It would have saved them both the lawsuit and Lara's consequent stay at Stonebridge. It would have also saved Ashley's life, as Lara had been planning for months now on how to properly kill her (a slow death sounded nice). 

She wanted to tell Lourdes that she didn't regret her actions--that if she could, she would do it all over again. That would be stupid, though. It would only keep her at the manor longer. She'd have to lie and say she felt remorse, but she knew it'd be stupid to look like a changed woman entirely. Lara would give her a little truth as she had before. It would be enough to keep Lourdes satisfied.

"I was a lot angrier back then and I took it out on other people. I guess Ashley just took the brunt of it." Lara tried her best to look ashamed by casting her eyes down and taking long, thoughtful pauses. Perhaps she was overacting--maybe Lourdes would catch her, but she didn't think so.

"I'm still angry. There are times when I want to hit Adrian when she crawls into bed with me. I don't like her getting close to me and I want to--I want to strike her across the face. I don't do it, though. I know I'm not supposed to." This was only a half-truth. Lara wanted to hit her across the face, yes, but she almost always went through with it. The sting of her hand as she struck Adrian was immensely satisfying. She savored their shared pain.

"I've been holding this anger in. I haven't acted on my desires. I know I still have a lot of work left to do, but I think I'm making progress."

Predator | Lourdes and Lara

Observing Lara gave Lourdes an insight to the young woman. She was calculated, but she wasn’t cold. It was a thick wall of ice around her, it was. That didn’t mean that it couldn’t melt, eventually, though. Lara was not the evil witch that Lourdes had heard nurses and guards call her. She was challenged. She was angry. She was not evil.

A quiet nod gave Lara the signal that Lourdes understood that whatever it was on her mind, it wouldn’t be brought out today. Lourdes jotted down that Lara was being compliant with her response about leaving Stonebridge. This was either a very good act, or Lara actually accepted this reality. Lourdes nodded with a furrowed brow. “I can’t imagine how it feels to be confined to this place, so I can’t tell you that I understand. I do, however, want you to know that it’s my goal to determine when you can exit this place.” Lourdes watched Lara closely now. “However, you must be aware of the reason you’re here.”

Lourdes said the words calmly, with little emotion to express how she felt about the files that she had on the reason Lara was put in Stonebridge. “I need to know what happened with Ashley and if you’re prepared to never do anything like that again.” Lourdes knew that their time was almost over, but this was something that needed to be made clear.

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Oh brother. Jack thought he had her pegged. He probably thought he was so smart--so above her and all the other patients at the manor. Did he forget he was a patient, too? That he was deemed "crazy" enough by the administration to be admitted into this God-forsaken hell hole? He could pretend he was above it all, but when it came down to it, he was just as screwed up as the rest of them. He could pretend he was strong, but he was weak-willed--depending on prescription drugs to get him by.

What was worse was that he was trying to strike up some sort of a deal with her. It was supposed to benefit the both of them, but really, it'd only benefit Jack. If she had to lay her hands on him again, it would only be to finish the job. For such a "smart" man, she was surprised at his inability to figure that out. They would never be friends. They would never be on amiable terms. He'd be delusional to think they'd be able to form the dysfunctional symbiotic relationship he was proposing.

"Do you take me as some kind of a fool? I hurt you, I get another stay in ISO. It's satisfying to see you in agony, but I'm not willing to pay the consequences of doing so--especially if you're getting something out of it. Do you really think I'd want to help you?" she asked. "I can get what I want without your help. I'd much rather watch you struggle without your precious pills."

Ashes to Ashes || Lara and Jack

"If I do remember I wasn’t the one locked away for a few days. I believe my intelligence is the last thing you should be insulting. Was it really my fault? Really, Lara? You can’t help yourself. You just can’t. If you didn’t have such a problem here in this asylum you wouldn’t be in the situation you’re in now. I believe, if any man would have talked to you, said a few things that irritated you, you would have went off on them. I just was an unfortunate victim. I believe the phrase is at the wrong place at the wrong time." He reached to grab one hold one of the swings and sat promptly next to her.

Jackson began to swing like a child. He listened to every word that Lara had to say. He purposely made it look like he was just enjoying himself on the swings. As he swung higher and higher, he began to steady himself so that now he was swinging at an appropriate speed. He looked intently at Lara and took notice at the way she was gripping the swing or the way her knuckles looked so white. Anger. That was her problem. That was her weakness. Silly emotions ruining a person’s life. 

"You know what I enjoy? This." He said swinging a bit more. "The freedom that swings allow you to have. It’s a such a shame we need to find different ways to obtain freedom; even if it’s condemned immoral. Lara, all I wanted was your help, and I asked politely. If you ever need a way to unleash those bitter feelings on me again some time, by all means, I’ll gladly volunteer. My wounds are healing and pretty soon I won’t be able to receive the recommended dose. They will surely stop from two pills, to one, and finally none." He stopped swinging and stared with absolutely no remorse for what he did. "We both have our little problems. Think of this as a way to cope with them on our own terms." 

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To say Lara was startled by the guard's sudden shift in disposition would be an understatement. The man seemed psychotic. Didn't Stonebridge screen their staff anymore? Were they just letting in anybody who volunteered to work with lunatics? For all she knew, the guard should have been admitted to the asylum himself. He certainly seemed mentally unhinged.

She eyed the taser in his hand, wondering whether he'd follow through with his threat. There were cameras in the room that would show he'd attacked her without any provocation. Her screams would also send staff members running towards them, saving her from whatever sick torture the man was planning. If he tased her, he'd be fired immediately. She could sue him and sue Stonebridge. It would hurt like hell, sure, but she wouldn't mind seeing him punished. The man was probably poor to take up a job here and a lawsuit would probably pick his pockets clean. He'd also be hurled into jail. Ha! What a sweet thought that was.

While this was all very interesting and tempting, she couldn't help but wonder what the guard wanted from her. What was he going to question her about? She couldn't recall ever seeing this man before in her life. Had she wronged him somehow? How could she when she was trapped in ISO for such a long period of time? 

Curiosity piqued, Lara figured she'd play along. Quietly, she pulled back a chair and took a seat across from him, her fingers laced atop the table. "Well, since you asked me so nicely," she said, voiced tinged with sarcasm. 

Forsaken || Lara and Ezra

It was early in the morning and Ezra had just checked in. He was a little groggy after a night of near sleeplessness, but he managed to maintain an air of alertness as he walked through the halls. He passed by several patients, paying them no mind, knowing they weren’t up to anything special. It was then that a demanding voice grabbed his attention. Halting mid-step, Ezra paused to look at the girl approaching him. Well, well, well.

If it wasn’t Lara herself, requesting an escort. Ezra tilted his head, stepping closer. “Your will is my command,” he teased, the corners of his lips twitching into a smirk. He led her to the art room with a smile on his face—even opened the door for her once they reached their destination. But he dropped the act the moment the door slammed shut behind him.  "Have a seat, Lara," he said nonchalantly, grabbing a chair for himself. She could choose to sit or he could make her sit. It made no difference to him. He wouldn’t play games in this room. "Here’s the situation," he began, pulling out his taser as he sat down in front of her. "You’re not leaving this room until I say you are. If you don’t answer all of my questions, I’m gonna tase you in the face with 50,000 volts. Do you wanna lose control of your bladder?" He smiled sweetly.

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Lara briefly considered discussing her anxiety with the doctor, pinning the blame on Adrian's invasion of her privacy rather than her uncle's. It would be cathartic to speak about it--especially since she'd carried the burden of the secret for over ten years on her own. But she couldn't do it. It was too risky. She might slip up on the names or the stories. She might panic and allow herself to feel the flood of fear and nausea she'd felt so many times before when she'd thought about the incident on her own.

No, this was something she'd forever have to bear alone. Dr. Deleon couldn't be trusted with her secret; no one could. Lara would simply have to bury the horrors of her past even deeper within herself. 

The tears dried as quickly as they came. Lara was used to suppressing her feelings. Hopefully, Dr. Deleon wouldn't be able to tell. It was hard to see what exactly this doctor was capable of. She seemed liked she had a good head on her shoulders, so she might be perceptive. Lara hoped not. That would make things more difficult.

"There's nothing to talk about. I just thought about Adrian and got a little upset. It's nothing," she said, quickly brushing it off. "I completely understand that you can't give me a time estimate. Dr. Blackburn always did tell me I was overeager. It's just difficult being trapped in one place for so long." It was the truth. No matter how many times Lara used a pass to go out on the town, she still felt trapped. The invisible leash of Stonebridge was always present, tugging her back and reminding her that she wasn't free.

"I really have been trying to be good, though. Honest. I haven't had a violent incident in quite a while."

Predator | Lourdes and Lara

Lourdes offered Lara an understanding smile. Knowing that Lara might be switched, therefore improving her recovery at Stonebridge, made Lourdes feel like she might be accomplishing something. Before accusing Adrian of anything, she’d be listening to her side, of course. It was important to Lourdes that all arguments were heard and that no decisions or assumptions were made about a person without them there to defend themselves against said decisions or assumptions.

The tears in Lara’s eyes did not slip by Lourdes, who cocked her head to one side minutely. “Is everything alright, Lara?” She furrowed her brows in concern, before bringing her face back to a neutral calm. “If there’s ever anything else you’d like to share about that, please don’t feel like you can’t.”

"As for your future release," Lourdes began, taking a deep breath and crossing her legs, then resting her hands on top of one another on her thigh. "Since you didn’t mesh well with Dr. Blackburn, I don’t necessarily trust the few notes she’d written down for you. This is our first session, so I don’t have a good grasp on you or your progress as of yet, and if I thought that I did, I wouldn’t trust myself as a psychiatrist." She smiled a tiny bit. "Lara, you appear to be a highly intelligent and put together young woman, but your record of violence prove that there’s far more underneath this layer. For now, I can’t give you an estimated time for your release. All I can say, is that I’m working on it." Lourdes looked down for a moment. "I want you to be able to live your life as you so please, as I’m sure you want to be able to do. When I get to know you, I’ll decide how soon we can get that to happen."

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"You don't need to 'play' dumb, Jack. You're plenty stupid without needing to pretend," Lara said, her voice low. Her hands were wrapped around the chains of the swing, clenching onto the metal so hard her knuckles were turning white. The blisters that had healed over on her palms were aching now. After she was done here with this boor, she'd return to the monkey bars and reopen her wounds anew. It was better to feel pain than allow herself to be consumed by the mounting numbness blossoming in her chest.

"You and I both know that it wasn't my fault. You threatened me," she hissed. This was his fault. For the first time in a long while, Lara was feeling something other than emptiness. She felt anger. She felt frustration. She felt hatred. Perhaps she wouldn't need the monkey bars after all.

The nurse that had accompanied Jack wandered over to Lara's guard, happy to chat with someone more responsive. The two were distracted. Lara could easily beat Jackson into submission again, but she wasn't that stupid. She didn't want to get tossed back into ISO, but even more than that, she didn't want to give into Jackson's desires.

He'd planned this. He'd wanted her to wound him before so he would be awarded with his precious medication. What a child. How pathetic he was to rely on drugs so heavily. "I did enjoy seeing you writhing in pain, though. It would have been nicer if you'd stopped moving--stopped breathing--altogether, but I suppose we can't always get what we want, can we?"

Ashes to Ashes || Lara and Jack

"I haven’t the slightest clue as to what you’re talking about. What a distasteful game. You bashing my head against a drawer while I lay unconscious waiting for a nurse to tend to my wounds. That doesn’t sound very fun. Unless, it was a game for yourself, and you liked seeing me laying there. Not being able to defend myself. I bet that just made you feel so very tall." Now, this, this right here. Was a game. 

Words were such a powerful tool to use. Deception, manipulation, and intelligence were all traits that majority of the population did not know how to use properly. It was why people were scammed so easily and why there were cases that had to be questioned due to the credibility of the victim and their story. A true master mind was able to twist their words, make them seem so believable, and use the knowledge they learned from their last interaction with a person.

From what Jackson gathered about Lara was that she had had problems with a male figure in her life before. It’s why she acted the way that she did. There wasn’t anything wrong with him using that against her. It was to help him out, and maybe, Lara would get rewarded for helping him. 

"Because of our quarrel I’m given a monitored dose of Hydrocodone. They help with the pain." His eyes sparkled.

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Forsaken || Lara and Ezra

This must have been the longest Lara has behaved herself. Who could blame her, though, after that long stint she had in ISO? It drained her--sapped her of her spirit. She was much too tired to lay a hand on a patient; she was just relieved to be out. Those four walls had made her claustrophobic. The overstarched sheets and barred windows made her feel sickly and small. She wanted to hear voices other than her own. She wanted to stop thinking about the childhood memories that stirred her from her slumber.

One of the nurses told Lara that she looked ill. That was a nice way of putting it, she supposed. Dark circles had formed under her eyes and her usually lustrous hair was flat and lifeless. She wasn't herself. She just wanted to feel better again, but she didn't know how.

A spark would probably do. Something exciting that would send a thrill thrumming through her system, reawakening the life within her. She wouldn't be like this forever; she refused to let it happen.

Earlier that morning, a nurse had suggested that Lara paint. It was supposed to be soothing. Lara was a piss poor artist, but she'd take any suggestion at this point. She was tired of feeling so empty--tired of feeling so numb.

She waltzed up to the nearest guard, trying her best to look friendly, but failing miserably. A fake smile simply wouldn't come to her today. She wasn't in the mood. "Excuse me," she said. "I noticed there wasn't a guard in the art room, but I'd like to paint. Can you please escort me?"

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Physical relationships? Did her doctor think she and Adrian were--ha! Laughable. Lara wasn't about to correct Deleon, though. If she wanted to perceive Adrian as a sexual deviant, that wasn't Lara's fault. She wasn't about to tell her doctor that all Adrian did was try to spoon her and bury her face into Lara's hair.

"What a relief," she said. "Maybe if I switch rooms, I'll finally be able to get a decent night's sleep. It's hard to go to bed when you're afraid someone's going to crawl into bed with you." She immediately regretted her choice of words. The mere phrase conjured up thoughts of those dark nights she suffered through as a child. Those nights were interminable--a never-ending period of punishment.

Lara blinked the tears from her eyes and pasted on a smile. She'd simply change the subject. No need to bring up her sordid past--not with this woman. "Do you think we can talk about when you think I'll be able to be released? Dr. Blackburn always answered vaguely and I'd really like to know if I'll be able to leave any time soon."

Predator | Lourdes and Lara

Lourdes watched Lara closely as she shared this info about Adrian. From the impression Lara gave, Adrian seemed like someone with no understanding of boundaries. That might be a serious problem for anyone who ends up roomed with her. Perhaps Lourdes would look into getting Adrian put in a room alone. That might be more comfortable for everyone. “Well,” Lourdes said quietly, trying to understand the energy that Lara gave off on this topic. She seemed genuine enough, but there was something off about the whole thing that Lourdes couldn’t quite identify. 

"She tries to sleep with you?" Lourdes said, keeping her face and voice expressionless, however interested she may have been in this information. "I’m sure you’re aware that physical relationships between patients is against the rules, and Adrian probably does as well." She wrote down Adrian’s habits as she spoke. "I’m not blaming you, Lara. This isn’t in your control. I’ll look into getting you moved or Adrian moved. This shouldn’t be persisting." 

The fact that Adrian wanted to share a bed with Lara meant that their relationship was not healthy - especially if Lara had expressed her disinterest in the activity. Lourdes would definitely still be listening to Adrian’s side of this story, but for now, Lourdes would be working toward getting Lara away from this girl.