Calvin's POV

Why the hell am I even here? Why did (Y/N) put me in this hellhole? Enough questions, I walk inside the asylum with men accompanying me inside. 

"Calvin Vail?" The lady at the front desk asked me 

"Your room is 106." The lady slightly grins, placing the key in the palm of my hand 

"Thanks." I plaster a smile on my face, heading towards my room

*Itty Bitty Time Skip* 

"Don't worry. You'll get use to staying here for awhile." One of the men told me

"For awhile? Why am I here in the first place? I'm not mentally challenged, or am I crazy!" I corss my arms 

"(Y/N) (L/N) put you in this asylum for a reason. I believe I'm not the right person to be telling you." 

"Alright. How long am I going to be in this hellhole?" I ask, laying on the bed 

"Not sure on how long. Possibly a few months." The man shrugs his shoulders 

"What's your name?"

"My name is none of your concern." 

"Okay. Hey none of your concern." I giggle, trying to be funny 

"Ha, you're a hilarious kid." The man laughed

"Thanks, even though it really wasn't that funny." I clear my throat, taking out my phone 

"No! No! No!" The man walks toward me, grabbing my phone 

"Dude what the fuck? What the fuck is wrong with you Give me my damn phone back motherfucker!" I say, kicking the man in his genitals 

"I told you to give me back my phone motherfucker." I snatch my phone out his hands, darting out the room fast as I could 

"Holy shit!" I breathed rapidly, finding my way out the asylum

*Time Skip* 

I look back, noticing no one seen me. It was surprising, but I was feeling mighty brave of myself. I dash all the way home. I inhaled air as I tried to get oxygen in my mouth. I was hoping no one realized I even entered that crazy place called an asylum. I'm not crazy at all. Who does (Y/N) think she is?

I arrive at (Y/N)'s home AKA our home. I bang on the door with my knuckles. I hear footsteps coming towards the door. My knees buckled as I waited. 

"He-" (Y/N) says before stopping herself 

Her eyes widen when she sees me. 

"What the hell are you doing back here?" You ask checking your surroundings 

"I ran out." I giggled, putting my hands deep in my trouser pockets 

"No way." You shook your head, crossing your arms 

"I'm being dead serious. Please let me stay, I'm not crazy." I wrap my arms around (Y/N)'s tiny waist 

"I don't know." You hesitate, trying not to look in my eye's 

I clung onto (Y/N)'s chin, turning it my direction. Her eyes met with mines as she couldn't bare not to take on glimpse of my eyes. 

"Please." I say as my hand travels down the lower half of her body.

I placed my bare hands on her hips, soothing her with my words. My raspy voice aroused her, causing her cheeks to turn a bright red. 

"I'll be a good kid, I promise." I frown 

"Alright, you can stay." You sigh, pinching his bulbous cheeks 

"Thank You." I give (Y/N) a big hug, hugging her tightly 

"Calvin let me go!" (Y/N) says as she was suffocating 

"Ooh sorry." I let her go, letting her breathe 

"Calvin you're going to get some help though. Being in an asylum will probably fuck you up even more." You observed Calvin's behavior and mood swings

"I'm not crazy (Y/N)! Believe me girl!" I put my hands on (Y/N)'s shoulders 

"Calvin, there is something wrong with you mentally. I don't believe you know that or not. I thought if the asylum was going to work, a therapist will come in everyday to check up on you."

"Are you serious?" Calvin raises his voice, as he cocks his eyebrow 

"Yes, I am damn serious!" You raise your voice as well 

"Why are you doing this?" Calvin slaps his thighs, slumping on the couch 

"Because I love you!" You exclaim, leaving yourself breathless 

Holy shit...

"I love you, but I know you don't love me. Don't say that you do love me, but act a certain way. Do you really love me Calvin Vail?"

Calvin was lost with words. As he tried speaking, he was breaking down slowly. 

"I-I." Calvin stutters, still at lost of words 

Calvin was unable to speak. He was still trying to process the words, "Because, I love you!"

He knew well he wasn't feeling that type of way for you. Sad to say, but true. He was unable to feel type of emotions like that. He lacked emotions, causing him not to be normal.

"(Y/N) I..-"

"No, please no explanation." You say, putting your finger between his plump lips 

You peck Calvin's lips saying, "Don't worry about a thing. I will take care of you myself if that's the case." You say as the palm of your hand grasped on Calvin's jawline 

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