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Adams POV:
That scent. It's amazing. But for every breath I take the scent gets a little bit fainter.
"Dude, could you stop sniff my moms hair? It's wierd." Jake complains and Monica snickers.
"Let him be Jake." She says and pats my head. "But Adam, I really would like to take a shower..."
"NO!" I growl and inhale the sweet smell one more time.
"Honey you can't just stand here and smell me. And besides, the scent is almost gone now, am I right?" She asks.
"Yes, it's almost gone." I sigh and twin a strand of hair between my fingers.
"Can I smell?" Jake asks and I raise an eyebrow in a silent question. "I mean, isn't it a good idea that I too know how she smells so I know it's her when we go look for her?" I shrug my shoulder and nod. He gently sniffs his mothers hair.
"It's not strong, but it smells a little bit like the forest and a hint of..."
"Vanilla. Yeah, I can smell it. It's hard when it blends in with moms scent but I can smell it. So when do we leave to look for her? Mom do you know who it is?" Jake asks and spin her around so she's facing us. Her eyes are filled with tears.
"Mom? What's wrong?" He asks and embrace her in a hug. My stomach twists in a knot and I know it has something to do with my mate, and it's not good.
"You don't have to look for her beacuse I already know where she is." She says and catches the tear that is just about to fall.
"Is she okay?" I aks and she shakes her head no.
"No Adam, she is not okay."
"Where is she?"
"She's a patient at my job. She's at the asylum."
Rebecka POV:
"I know you hear me Rebecka. Don't shut me out. Please."
"I don't want to talk to you. I'm still here beacuse I can still hear you."
"I'm a part of you. I will always be here. But you need to let me out."
"No way! It hurts and people get hurt!"
"I know it hurts and it will keep hurting if you fight it! I didn't intend to hurt them. It's not safe for people to be near us when we shift."
"Stop! Stop talking! We can't shift to anything! You're crazy and since you won't get out of my head you make me crazy!"
"Rebecka please. You're not crazy. Werewolves are real. You are one! Let me out and let me prove it to you"
"No! That's enough! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"
There's a knock on my door and I hold my breath. It'sin the middle of the night and only one person comes and knock on my door at that time.
"You know I can open your door whether you want to or not Rebecka. And it will only be worse for you if you don't let me in." He teases and a chill goes down my spine. I swallow hard and walk up to the door on shaky legs. I open it and keep my eyes on the floor.
"Please leave me alone." I say with a low voice.
"Oh, but I don't want to Crazy. You tease me way too much to just leave you alone." He says with a slow voice and a sick smile on his face. I hate it when he calls me Crazy. Like it is some kind of sweet nickname. He shoves himself into my room and closes the door after him. He's only a little bit taller than me with a potbelly and thin, striped hair. He smells of sweat and cigaretts. He stands close to me and strokes a strand of hair behind my ear.
"Make him go away Rebecka!"
"Won't the others look for you?" I ask and take a step back. He grabs my arm and shakes his head.
"I said that I had to go and talk to Jeff at the other section so they don't expect me to come back for another 15 minutes or so. Why don't we go and sit down on the bed?" He drags me to the bed and makes me sit down. He sits beside me and lays his arm over my shoulders. Only a couple of hours ago I sat like this with Monica. That gave me comfort and I felt safe. Sitting like this with him makes me sick and that voice in my head screams at me to make him back off.
"Please go away." I whisper but I know he heard me. He gives out a short laugh and tightens the hold around my shoulders.
"I go away when I wan't to go. Not beacuse you told me to. You know, we could have it really nice and cozy here Rebecka if you would just relax a little. But maybe I can help you with that." At the same time that he talks his hand slides down my shoulder towards my breast. He roughly grabs it and I feel myself being pushed back in my mind. The voice takes over my body and mind and I can't do anything else but watch what she's doing. She takes his arm and toss him down on the floor. He glides over the surface and collides with the wall with a thud.
"No stop, what are you doing?!" I ask her.
"We are not his. We are not his to touch. I won't let anyone but the one that is made for us touch us!" She growls. She's then out in the corridor, running and crying.
"Help! Someone please help me!" She screams and I see the other four of the night staff come out from the TV-room.
"Rebecka what happened?" Sophie asks.
"He... he came in to my room. He held me and touched me." The voice cries and I realise that my shirt is teared open and red marks cover my chest. The two men runs to my room and Sophie and the other girl, Rachel, leads me to the examination room. The voice is now back in the back of my head and has given me the controll back.
"Stand by the wall please. I want to take some pictures if that's alright?" Rachel asks and I nod. They take pictures of the marks on my chest and of my shirt both on and off my body. Half an hour later the manager comes in with two policemen. I tell them what happened and that he used to come to my room when he worked for the past year, but he has never touched me like this before.
"Don't worry. He won't be working here anymore. He said to the other staff that he was going to another section but clearly had other intentions. He won't come back." The manager says. I say thank you and Rachel and Sophie walks me back to my room.
"Are you okay?" Sophie asks and I nod.
"We will come and check on you soon." Rachel says and pats my back.
"Thank you." I say and they close my door.
"He will never bother us again." The voice says. "You're welcome!" She tantalizingly adds. I realise that for the first time, I'm gratefull that I have the voice.
"Thank you."
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