6 CHAPTER 06

Pwease don't go, shtay wich me" He looked as though he was about to cry and who am I to deny him when he looked at me like that... Completely broken.

"Okay sweetie" ignoring my hungry stomach I climbed into the bed and under the covers, cuddling him like a baby with his head nuzzled deep in the crook of my neck as he held me tightly.

I swear I felt him sniff me.

Even with his large physique and height it still felt like cuddling a small child.

He slowly drifted off to sleep in my arms, breathing softly. I smiled and kissed the top of his head before succumbing to the darkness away with the world feeling content with him in my arms.

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Alexander's POV 

Wow, I didn't get nightmares, that's weird.

For as long as I can remember I've been having horrific nightmares from the time I was little.

And not having them makes me feel weird almost as if I'm in someone else's body.

I haven't slept this peaceful in years.

Turning to my side I felt a soft warmth envelop me, hoping it's not a dream I moved closer trying to fully engulf myself in the warmth.

It felt soft and comforting like...Home. Home. Never thought I would use that word again.

Slowly opening my eyes trying to adjust to the morning light of the sun, I'm met with a soft plump surface, hmm so soft and warm I just want to— wait Since when are my pillows this soft.

Fully coming to my senses, I instantly freeze when my eyes lay on the soft figure sleeping so extremely close to me, her body heat radiating off of her with me clung to her chest tightly.

What the hell?! When did this happen?! Did I— no, no, no!

But before I could even get a chance to react she stirs in her sleep and slowly opens her beautiful brown eyes as they lock with mine.

We stare at each other for what feels like hours, none of us say a word and just remain in the peaceful embrace of one another.

She's really beautiful even with her messy bed hair and her slightly swollen face due to it being squished in one position the whole night she still looks as beautiful as ever.

We continue staring at each silent words being spoken.

I never want this to end but then again women can't be trusted for all I know she could be plotting something they always are.

Finally snapping back to reality I jolt out of bed causing her to yelp in surprise.

"What hell are you doing here?!!"

Alice's POV 

I don't know what came over me as I just stared into his eyes, my head screaming at me to pull away but that little voice at the very back kept urging me to just stay and get lost in his eyes.

I could see the emotions swirling in them,

Innocence,

Confusion,

Hurt,

And most importantly the will of wanting to be free from the shackles that held him down.

He must have suffered immensely in the past for him to be where he is right now feeling

Lost,

Broken,

Angry,

Hatred,

Revenge.

Revenge...what happened to you. Who hurt you?

I was so lost and out of it that I yelped when he suddenly got off the bed abruptly.

"What the hell are you doing here?!!" 

That's when everything snapped, all those emotions had quickly been extinguished, his eyes held an unfathomable emotion.......almost emotionless.

He almost looked dead, out of it.

"I asked you a question, what.The.Hell.Are.You.Doing.Here '' He spat out each and every word menacingly.

Shivers running down my spine as I stumbled for words, trying to explain the situation.

It was not easy to look at him when he was staring directly right into my eyes, like Lucifer trying to suck my soul out of my body and drag me to hell where I would burn for the rest of eternity.

I could see the irritation begin to itch on his face as he furrowed his brows, obviously his patience was running thin.

"Answer me!" He was suddenly right in front of me, dangerously close as he intensely stared at me.

"Y-you had s-s-split l-last night an-nd begged me to stay with y-you" I stuttered, seriously Alice can't go a day without stuttering in front of him.

Upon hearing my words he just stayed quiet and stared off into space, it was almost as if he wasn't here.

Silence ran through the room, the sudden rise of tension was building up a milestone so thick a knife could cut through.

"Mr B-Bianchi?" I called out to him and placed my hand on his shoulder that seemed to have snapped him out of his trance.

"Who was it?" He asked more like demanded.

"Cesare"

Now this is where things went from heated to ice cold. He froze yet again, staring at me almost terrified.

"Is there something wrong?" I asked, getting worried if he reacted like that after mentioning Cesare it must be something serious, deep...dark maybe.

"What w-was his current state?" His voice slightly quivered.

"Uh he was yelling and screaming" I answered watching his every move.

As a psychiatrist you have to pay attention to the smallest things, no matter how trivial it may look or seem. Those little things are signs of what the patient may be feeling.

Mainly gestures, body language and habitual movements are caused by what a person feels.

Most people use gestures to show off emotion. For example, most people tend to fiddle with their fingers when they are put in negative or awkward positions.

It is really easy to tell what a person is thinking or feeling just by body gestures or language and that is why it is important to pay attention to such.

Especially when it comes to dealing with people who have mental disabilities because they tend to use there body to show off emotion.

"W-why was he s-screaming?" Mr Bianchi had stopped pacing about and slightly started to shake. Beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"Something about not letting the bad man hurt him...his daddy" I intentionally told him who Cesare was screaming against to try and see his reaction and if my guess was right then.....

Just then he dropped to the floor and tightly clutched his head, Screaming in pain.

"No...g-get out.... of my head– you're not real— arghhhhh!" I could tell he was trying to stop himself from splitting, fighting with himself to not succumb to the voices that were slowly eating him up.

I slowly walked towards him and placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him from hurting himself.

Just as I was about to speak he violently turned to my side, grabbed my wrist roughly holding onto it tightly.

Standing to his full height he looked me dead in the eye, almost as if he wanted to kill me. Keyword almost.

"You did this to me, you did this, it was you!" He yelled in my face, his hand on my wrist in a death grip, squeezing the life out of it that it started to turn white due to blood circulation being cut off.

At this rate if he doesn't stop, he'll break my wrist. I tried to wriggle myself out of his death trap but that only made him mad as he picked me up, tossed me over his shoulder and walked out of the room and led us to a different room.

He stopped in front of a Brown wooden door. Going inside, the room was dark and gave off an eerie feel. It felt so sinister, demonic even.

He turned the lights on and that's when my soul officially left my body.....

Torture room!