After Alana left the hospital that night, she went straight to the drug store. After her and Laurent's little rendezvous, she wanted to make sure no little ones would be coming around anytime soon. She bought plan B, and OTC birth control, just to be safe.

That was the very first time Alana had ever experienced sex as good as that. The way he thrusted into her, his good grips, and the way he made her legs shake... it was surreal. She almost felt like it as a dream, but it felt far too real for it to be. She peed right before she left the hospital, and she attempted to clean her self of any remnants of his cum, but as she drove home, she could still feel some of it dripping out of her. She just wished she had some sort of replay button where she could do it all over again.

She made it to her apartment shortly, and she got out of her car, entering the building quickly. Her apartment was on the first floor, so she didn't have to wait for any elevators. She made her way to her door and she unlocked it quickly, stepping inside.

"Tasha," Alana called, closing the door behind her. "Tasha, I'm home."

"I'm in the kitchen, stay in there," she called back. Alana frowned but she listened, sitting down in the couch next to her things. Mitsy came running towards her and she jumped up in her lap, causing Alana to scowl.

"You took a shit on my floor earlier, you don't get any love," she muttered. The dog laid on her lap and she stuck her paw out a little bit as if she was asking for Alana to rub her.

"Fine," Alana chuckled, rubbing the dog softly. Natasha came out of the kitchen with her phone in her hand, a frown on her face.

"Are you okay?" Alana asked as Natasha walked over to her.

"It's mom, she won't stop calling," Natasha said. "Please take the phone."

Alana nodded and she took the phone gently, holding it up to her ear

"Hello -"

"Oh, my God. Alana, I miss you so much. How've you been?"

"I've been fine mom," Alana sighed. "And you?"

"I've been bad, sweetheart. It just doesn't feel right to not have both my girls here with me. How is your job treating you?"

"It's treating me fine," she replied dryly. "I like it a lot."

"Oh," her mom said, almost as if she was disappointed. "You like working with crazy people?"

"Mom, don't refer to them as crazy people," Alana groaned.

"I'm sorry honey, I just..." Her mother sighed and she cleared her throat, causing Alana to raise her eyebrows expectantly. "You would be doing so much better if you were in Georgia -"

"Alright," Alana said. "If this is the only reason you called me, I don't want to hear it. I'm happy with the choice I made by staying here, why can't you understand that? Or at least be happy that I'm doing something with my life?"

"I am happy, dear. I just think you'd be happier with me."

Alana scoffed and she stood up, pacing the floor. "No, I wouldn't. You still think everything is about you. The day you left, you cared only about how you felt. Now that it's been nearly a year, you still won't try to understand why I chose to stay. I'm not having this argument again, mom."

"How dare you!" Her mother scolded. "I gave you a life and this is how to repay me? By being ungrateful?"

"How in the hell am I being ungrateful?" Alana asked irately. "I'm twenty-fucking-six years old and you still treat me like I'm five. At this point, I don't even want any contact with you anymore. You're still as self centered as you were the day you left."

"And you're still the whining bitch that I failed to raise right," her mom spat. Both of them fell silent and Alana scoffed. Her mom stammered over the line, trying to take back what she said.

"Alana, I didn't mean -"

"Go to hell."

With that said, Alana hung up, tossing the phone on the couch. Natasha sighed and she watched as Alana ran a hand over her face.

"Alana," Natasha said. "I feel like you should just listen to what she says. She only wants what's best for you."

Alana turned around slowly and she glared at her sister, narrowing her eyes.

"And I feel like you should stop kissing her ass all the damn time! She doesn't care enough to listen to what I say, so why should I listen to her?"

"Because she's your mother," Natasha said. "Maybe you should stop acting like a fucking brat."

"So this is why you came where, huh?" Alana scoffed. "To try and make me listen to her? To make me move to Georgia, to work at a stupid restaurant? Yeah, no thanks."

"You're a sad case, Alana," Natasha spat. "This is why she loves me more than you. Because I listen. I care about what she says. And what the hell do you do? Nothing! Because you're a poor excuse of a daughter -"

Alana's fist connected with Natasha jaw in a matter of seconds and she fell to the ground, holding her face.

"I'm a poor excuse of a daughter?" Alana laughed, tears threatening to escape. "You're a poor excuse of a fucking sister! I thought you came here to spend time with me, to help me out, and to just be there for me to make up for the times when you weren't. I'm fucking ecstatic you're her favorite. You and her are just alike, and I'd hate myself if I were anything like the two of you."

Natasha stood slowly, and she balled her first up, glaring at Alana.

"This is why we never got along," Natasha spat. "This is why I was everybody's favorite. Because you always wanted to stand out. Do your own thing. You never wanted to just fall in line with the rest of us, with Mom. She gave you life -"

"And I wish she didn't," Alana interrupted. "Matter of fact, I wish she hadn't given you life either. Because God knows if you came out like her, imagine how your kids would turn out."

Natasha slapped Alana hard, the sound echoing around the apartment. Alana held her face, anger surging through her veins.

"Get out," she spat. "Before I do something I'm going to regret."

Natasha opened her mouth to speak but Alana cut her off with just one look, a look she hadn't seen before.

"Leave."

Alana didn't have to say anything else after that as her sister rushed to the guest room, gathering her things quickly. Alana sat on her couch as tears streamed down her face, her heart physically aching. It was sad to realize that both her sister and her mother were just alike; they were a bunch of narcissistic bitches. For once when she felt like someone actually understood, it turns out it was too good to be true, and that's what hurt the most.

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Alana regretted going to work the next morning. She didn't have enough energy to deal with anybody's bullshit, at all. Not the doctors, nor Matthews. She just felt drained, and knew that if anyone tried it with her, she'd go off.

She was in the day room now, drinking some of her coffee, drifting in and out of reality. She was completely out of it that day, all because of yesterday.

"Alana?"

Alana's ears perked up a bit at the familiar voice and she looked up to see Laurent standing above her. She smiled at him tiredly before looking back down at her coffee. He took a seat in front of her, a frown taking over this features.

"Are you okay, chéri?" He asked lovingly, almost bringing tears to her eyes.

"No," she said, her voice breaking a little bit. Laurent sat up in alert and he could already feel his body start to tremble.

"Who hurt you?"

"It's not important," she shrugged, obvious to how bad Laurent wanted to flip the table over.

"Who hurt you, Alana?" He asked again, causing her to look at him. She could sense that he was getting angry and she shook her head quickly, sitting up nervously.

"No, Laurent it's okay. I'm fine. It was just family issues."

Laurent's face fell a little and he looked down at his hands, clasping them together.

"It's not like me, is it? If it is, I want you to tell me now. You not going through what I did."

"No," she said. "No, it's not. They just...don't understand me like I hoped they would. And when I felt like they did, it turned out to be the total opposite."

"Understand what?"

Alana sighed and she tapped her finger in her coffee cup, trying to hold back tears.

"I wanted to stay here because this is my home town," she began. "I grew up here, I went through a lot of things here, I have so many good memories here. My mom wanted me to go with her to Georgia, to work at a restaurant with her, but I didn't want to because I liked my job. Even more so, now that you're here," she chuckled. Laurent smiled a little, the events from last night replaying in his mind.

"So what happened yesterday?" He asked.

"My sister came to visit a few days ago," she said. "She helped me out with the necessities in my house. She dog sat for me, and she just took care of my apartment in her own way. Here I am thinking that she was visiting just because she missed me, but I was wrong. My mom called yesterday and she just started telling me about how she wished I moved to Georgia with her. Then we got into like our hundredth argument. Then Natasha defended her and she finally revealed why she was here. To try to convince me to move to Georgia. She called me a poor excuse of a daughter..."

A few tears slipped from Alana's eyes and she wiped them quickly, sniffing lightly.

Laurent gripped the table hard, and he looked up at the ceiling, trying to calm himself down, for Alana's sake. He was ready to hurt the person who hurt his girl right then and there, but he didn't let it show. He didn't want her to be scared of him.

"Baby," he said quietly, making sure no one else would hear.

She looked up at him with red eyes, a broken look on her face. She let out a quiet sob and she shook her head, a shaky sigh leaving her lips. "Why am I not enough, Laurent? Why can't I just be what they want?"

Laurent's heart nearly dropped to the floor at her words. He was thinking the same exact thing a few years ago... when his family and friends turned against him, and treated him as if he was the worst thing they'd ever met. He couldn't understand why his family didn't want him like they wanted Larry. It was like Larry was the center of everything and he was just in the background.

"You're what I want," he said finally. "And you're enough for me. I don't give a shit what they say about you. To me, you're perfect. And I..."

Alana looked at him with the most soft gaze, adoration flashing through her eyes. He looked back at her and he almost melted under her gaze, the words getting caught in his throat.

"I don't know how bad I would be if you was not here with me," he managed to get out, his eyes flicking between both of hers. A smile graced her face and she had the urge to lean across the table and kiss him, but she couldn't, so she just stared, letting her eyes take in all of his beauty.

"You don't belong here, Laurent," she said softly, referring to the hospital. "And I mean that."

"But I'm stuck here now," he chuckled dryly, looking down at his hands. "The only reason I'm happy here is because I see you everyday."

"I want to get you out of here," she said, Laurent's head snapping up at her.

"You can't do that, belle. You could lose your job."

"At this point, I don't care. My life is falling apart as it is."

Laurent stared at her for a moment, his eyes searching hers for any sign of doubt, but there wasn't any.

"How would you do it, anyway?" He asked.

"I don't know," she shrugged. "Dr. McClain is the biggest problem with all of this."

"I can -"

"No," she said. "You can't kill him, Laurent. That's just going to be another reason for them to lock you up."

"I can hurt him badly," he shrugged. "It doesn't take me long to put someone down for hours."

"You know there's about fifty other ways we can do this without being violent?"

Laurent nodded, a devious smile on his face.

"You...don't care do you?"

"Uh uh," he grinned childishly. As weird as it sounds, that's the cutest thing Alana has ever seen him do.

"Alright," she sighed. "Tomorrow night, I'm going to try to get you out okay?"

Laurent nodded and he sat back in his chair, pinching his lower lip between his fingers.

"And Laurent," she said. "Don't make me regret this, okay?"

"You have my word, belle," he said. She nodded and she got up, facing him afterwards.

"I have to take you back to your room now."

He got up quick and he followed her out of the room. Alana noticed that Matthew hadn't come to bother her today which was relieving but also weird.

"I haven't seen Matthew today," she muttered as they walked to the elevators.

"Good," Laurent said as she pressed the button.

She turned to him, a confused look on her face. "You haven't seen him, have you?"

"Nope," he replied. Alana nodded, turning back around, and a smirk grew on Laurent's face. She wouldn't see him for a very long time. Nobody like him will ever touch his girl again. And that was final.

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dun dun DUUUUUNN. is Matthew dead? who knows? find out in the next episode 🙃 x Rose