Andrew POV.

That morning...

I was in the living talking to Rachel's father. Rachel was still sleeping in her room.

"Andrew, right?"

"Yes"

"Can you tell me... how is the Asylum what actually happened in there?" He asked as he looked at me.

Now he wants to know. It's been two days since the Dinner incident and we haven't eaten together since. Rachel and I would get our food and take it to her room and lock the door.

"My wife told me it was safe and they have great medications that can help people with their needs," he added.

All I could do was laugh. Rachel was locked away from her parents for years and she already has them figured out. Her mother was behind everything.

"What's so funny?" he asked me.

"Everything Rachel and I talked about make sense."

"What did you two talk about?"

"Don't worry about it." I drunk some of my water that was in front of me. "The Asylum was anything but safe. I was only in for a little over three months. People fighting every second. Some died because of the food or medications they gave us. Others died because someone killed them. If you try and do the right thing  you get yelled at from the staff or drugged for no reason." I laughed a little. "I can't imagine what Rachel saw."

"What did she see?"

I looked at him, "You have to ask her." at the same time we heard yelling.

"STAY AWAY FROM ME," it was Rachel. The door then slammed.

I made my way upstairs to Rachel's room. I turned the knob and the door was locked.

"GO AWAY" she yelled this at me through the door.

"Yeah right. Like that's gonna happen," I looked at the door and saw that there was a small hole in the lock. I think s pen can work.

Going to my room I looked around for a pen and found one on the floor. I took it apart and only saved the chamber. Making my way to her door I placed the chamber in the doorknob and pushed it as far as it will go. Holding it in, I twisted the knob and the door opened.

Taking the pen out I walked into the room and saw Rachel sitting in the middle of the bed mad as ever looking down playing with her hair.

"I told you I wouldn't leave you,"I said as I made my entrance.

Walking over to the bed I sat in front of her. She wouldn't look at me she just continued to look down. "What happened?"

She still had her hair in her hand when she looked up at me. She had a nasty scratch on her left cheek. I softly touched it and she flinched with a pained look on her face.

"Don't touch it. It hurts." she looked at me then looked away. "You already know who did this." Her mother.

"Let me get you some ice or something." I was climbing off the bed when she grabbed my arm.

"No, just leave it how it is."I climbed back on the bed.

"What happens when I was downstairs?"

"I was sleeping and when I woke up she was watching me like some kind of freak. I told her to get out and she didn't." She put some of the hair that was in her face away. " Then the bitch started to yell at me about knowing my place and I should have stayed in the asylum and shit like that. I called her an evil bitch after she said she wished she never had me and she slapped me. I then stumped on her broken foot."

I stopped her, "wait, I thought it was her ankle."

"Well, now it's her foot. Then I told her to stay away from me and I pushed her out and slammed the door in her face and locked it."

She stopped talking and looked at me tilting her head looking confused, "how did you get in here?"

I showed her the pen I used that was still on the bed.

"That's it? So a big house like this they can't make better locks."

"Nope," I threw the chamber behind me. "For now on, I will be staying with you non stop. Again not in a creepy way. I'm not going to leave you in a room by yourself."

Her eyebrow raised, "What if I'm taking a shower?"

I smiled at her, "I'd be happy to take a shower with you."

She began hitting me with one of her stuffed animals. I laughed and grabbed it to make her stop.

"Fine, Fine, Fine." I looked at her still smiling. "I'll just be there to watch." She then kicked me off the bed. I continued to laugh as I picked myself off the floor. "I wouldn't do that...unless you wanted me too."

She threw a stuffed animal at me. I picked up the animals and the door opened. It was her father.

"Is everything okay?" he looked at me.

"Yes, I just feel off the bed."

He looked at Rachel. I guess he saw the scratch on her face because he asked what happened to her.

"Don't worry about it."She said to him.

But he did. He looked back at me. "Did you do this?"

Rachel yelled, "Why would you blame him for this? He has done nothing wrong."

I added, "I would never put my hands on her."

"Then who did it?' her father asked.

Rachel gets out of her bed and walked up to him and said, "You figure it out." Then she walked out of the room leaving her father and me in her room. I put the stuffed animals on the bed. Her father didn't know what to say he just looked at me.

All I asked was, "Who is all in the house?"

He said, "Rachel, him, you, her mather and some guards outside."

I walked over to him, "And you heard me fall."

he said yes.

"And whos not here to check on us?"

That afternoon

I was in the backyard playing basketball by myself. Rachel was sitting in a chair reading a book. I saw her close her book and stand up.

"What's wrong?"

She looked at me, "I'm thirsty"

"Don't go in yet. I want to go with you." I went to get the ball but when I turned around she was already in the house.

"GET AWAY," and the yelling starts.

I thought to myself this is why I told her to wait for me so this stuff can be avoided. I threw my ball and bat not caring about it anymore and ran into the house. I found out that the one that was yelling was her mother. Rachel was ignoring her and getting herself a glass of water.

While Rachel was trying to move to the other side of the kitchen her mother pushed her I walked over and pushed her mother away from Rachel.

"BACK OFF."

She laughed at me, "What are you going to do?"

I heard the front door open. She took a step back and smiled at me.

She turned her head and looked at Rachel and said, "I'm doing this because I love you."

I looked at Rachel and saw that she was getting annoyed. Her mother began to fake cry as her husband walked into the room. He walked over to her and asked what was wrong as he wrapped his arms around her.

"They are being mean to me. I was just trying to see what they wanted to eat and they kept yelling at me."

I saw Rachel rolling her eyes. She walked upstairs not wanting to see anymore. All I did was look at her father and went upstairs after her.

Rachel was in her room taking apart her stuffed animals with a knife. When did she get at knife? Closing the door behind me.

I ran over to her and grabbed her arm, "Stop."

"No," she pushed me away and continued to take apart her stuffed animals.

I grabbed the knife and snatched it from her and threw it on the ground. She tried to go after it but I grabbed her and held her in my arms. She tried to get away from me by punching my chest and biting me. I don't let her go.

"LET ME GO" she tried everything. "LET...ME ..GO."

I tightened my hold on her not wanting her to get loose. After a while, she began to calm down a little and started to cry while hitting me. Once she stopped hitting me she buried her face in my chest.

"I hate that you make me cry. I was fine taking apart the stuffed animals."

I kissed the top of her head. "You don't need to attack everything when you get mad."

She looked up at me and wiped some of her tears. "You see hows shes like right? I just want to.."

She tried to get loose again but I wouldn't let her go. "I know, I know but just because someone is making you mad doesn't mean you have to attack or kill them. This isn't the Asylum."

"Oh, believe me, I know." I loosen my grip on her. "If I knew I would be stuck with her again I would have stayed there."

"Then I would have stayed there with you." I slowly let her go. "Are you okay now?"

She nods her head, "yes."

"Killing people doesn't end the pain you felt it just makes it worse."

She rolled her eyes. "Then what the hell am I supposed to do?"

"I don't know... get revenge."

She pushed me, "That's what I was trying to do."

" a none killing revenge," I told her.