Levi Copeland's Story

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He pulled her close and she had to force herself not to push him away. She hated being touched, her whole life aside from sex she'd always pushed people away because she couldn't stand being touched. It killed her to let him hold her. He pressed his lips to hers, before his lips moved along her jaw and her tense body relaxed some, however it was only after she had to tell herself over and over again that he wasn't going to hurt her.

"I never thought you were stupid Ophelia."he breathed honestly and she held his eyes. "You're honestly incredible." he said and she couldn't believe him, she'd never been told that, he kissed her lips again and she kissed back. "I want to know everything about you and I'll listen to anything you have to say to me, but you should also know that you don't owe me a thing. Not even as your doctor. Your pain is yours, and if you don't want to share it with anyone, you don't have to." he whispered against her lips.

She moved away from him then, collecting her clothes and slipping them back on before going back to sit down next to him she turned to face him on the couch crossing her legs in front of her Indian style because she was that small she gave him her full attention. If he wanted to know her she'd let him in, only if he let her in, in return. He was just as mysterious as her and that's why she was so drawn to him.

"I'll tell you anything you want to know, you'll be the envy of every bastard doctor in this hell hole...including Dr. Wells." she said with a wicked smirk on her lips because she had a feeling anything Dr. Harding could hold over Dr. Wells head would piss Dr. Wells off beyond words. "On one condition." she whispered leaning in and kissing his lips. "You tell me whatever I want to know." she breathed agaisnt his lips.

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She kissed his lips again and her lips on his tasted incredible. He could kiss her forever and never get tired of the way her lips felt on his. "No way in hell I'm changing my mind." she breathed against his lips and he sighed as she moved so that she was laying on her side and her head was on his lap. he let his arm lazily lay on her side and he watched her as she took a drag off her cigarette. "I told you, I'm yours." She whispered only her voice was suddenly more serious and he liked that she was willing to be his, she wasn't fighting him.


The were going to have to fight through hell to be together, but if they really wanted each other he knew that somehow it would all work it's self out and it would be more then worth it in the end. They just had to keep their eye on the prize literally. He was still trying to figure out how he was going to get her out of there. Sure he could say she was better, but that didn't get her out of the exit evaluation process that she'd have to go through to prove she was sane enough and miraculously healed. He just hoped that she was a good enough actress to get through that evaluation.


"Do you love her?" she breathed pulling him from his thoughts. He hadn't realized that she'd rolled onto her back or that their fingers were laced. "It's okay if you do, I'm just curious." She shrugged continuing to twirl the wedding ring on his finger.

He thought about it for a long time, not because he didn't know the answer, but because he was honestly trying to come to terms with the fact that he was exactly what his father had begged him not to be. He'd only married Fiona to live a lie and make everyone else happy and it took being with Mckaela to realize all of that. His free hand reached across and slipped off his wedding and placed it in Mickey's hand.

"I thought I did." he breathed his tone more serious now, like he was talking to someone his age and they weren't in the storage room at a mental hospital. "Until you kissed me." he breathed honestly. "Love is fucking complicated...you know." he breathed as if defeated like he didn't know what to believe anymore. "Your doing something to me Kayla and I don't want to loose you." he breathed honestly.

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"Deal." he shrugged like his past wasn't a big deal and she raised a brow as he lit himself a cigarette. "What do you want to know?"he asked and she thought for a long moment, before she stood. She walked over and stood in front of him leaning in close as she stole his cigarette and took a long drag off of it before blowing the smoke slowly back in his face, before placing the cigarette back between his lips.

"I want to know the real you." she breathed. "The bad guy you claim to be. Clearly if you were so bad, this façade your wearing on the outside for Barbie isn't you." she breathed boldly. "Tonight, when you should be home with her meet me in the abandoned wing, with some liquor and I'll bring the drugs." she said with a wicked smirk.

She was practically forcing him to prove two things, that he was really as criminally insane as his reputation supposedly claimed and that he really didn't love Alice. Not to mention she was asking him not to just get drunk with her, but to get high with her as well. She was asking him to put everything on the line. She honestly doubted he'd do it, which was exactly why she'd done it. Not to mention a small much more psychotic part of her wanted to see what Ricky would do to Alice if Declan wasn't around.

"Unless you can't handle it. I mean after all it is pretty risky doc." she shrugged. "I'm leaving now, because I'm bored. You'll know where to find me tonight if you decide you want to let that reckless side of you live a little." she smirked. "Plus you get a couple drinks in me, there's no telling what you'll learn about my past." she said with a wicked smirk before heading towards the door.

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She slipped the ring back on his finger and when she did, it almost felt uncomfortable. He'd never once had that feeling since he'd been married to Fiona. The wedding ring had always fit perfectly and he'd always admired it. Now though, it he was overly aware of hit's presence and the sting from Mickey's touch beneath it, made him want to take it off. It almost felt as if Kayla was the one he was cheating on by going back to Fiona.

"You won't lose me." she breathed out a breath of smoke and he glanced to her meeting her eyes. "Unless Tony finds me." she shrugged as if it was no big deal, but he knew she was terrified of her brother. The kind of terrified that had you constantly looking over your shoulder. "Levi," she whispered and for the first time since he'd met her she sounded her age. The use of his first name caught him off guard. "If he finds me, you have to promise you'll let him have me." She sighed taking a drag off her cigarette.

He couldn't do that. Plain and simple, there were no ifs, ands, or buts about it. She was his and Levi was a prideful man especially when it came to a girl that he considered his. He didn't care if it got him killed He wouldn't admit it at least not yet, but the more time he spent with Mickaela, the more he was realizing that he actually loved her.


"He'll probably let you live if you let me go without a fight, but if you try to stop him, he won't just kill you, he'll kill you horribly and make me watch." she glanced down at her lap with a sigh and it was only then that Levi could tell just how much her brother had broken her and it honestly pissed him off. "I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you because of me." She whispered honestly and he was surprised by the vulnerability in her voice. She was tough, but she could be broken and that was the only thing he wanted to fix about her, he wanted to fix that power her brother held over her. He wanted to give her the power.

He lifted her chin, grabbing her jaw gently so she had to look at him. "I'm sorry Kayla, but that's a promise I can't make you." his voice was soft and calm as he spoke to her honestly. "You see the problem is, I think I love you." he breathed admitting what he'd just been thinking out loud. He brushed her red hair behind her ear, before leaning in and kissing her lips gently, letting her know that he wasn't lying. "I'm not going to let anyone hurt you. I'll hurt you, I can't help that...because that's who I am. I'm a fucking piece of shit and you deserve better then me and anyone one else for that matter." he shrugged and there was passion in his voice, that was completely genuine.

"But if I can help someone else laying a hand on you, I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe." his words were a promise and his kiss as he lend and kissed her lips deeply, was a guarantee he'd keep that promise. "Your brother is your worst nightmare...not mine." he said because he wasn’t scared, there were very few things he was scared of.

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Ophelia felt him catch her arm and it made her smirk that he didn't want her leaving just yet. It made her feel wanted which wasn't something she hadn't felt maybe ever. "Not so fast babe, you didn't say goodbye." his smirk made her body shiver, despite herself as he fisted his hand in her hair kissing her. His kiss was passionate and she couldn't help but moan against his lips, because the kiss felt incredible and poisonous all at the same time. "Alright, I'll see you later." he breathed.

She wasn't exactly sure what that meant. She wasn't sure if he meant tomorrow or that night. She'd find out later, she slipped out the door quickly. Outside the door Alice stopped in front of her looking her over as if she was disgusted with her. The two had always had a silent hatred for each other and the idea that her and Declan could have just gotten caught didn't scare her, it made her want to do it again and in all honestly if she knew Declan wouldn't get in trouble she'd have rubbed what she'd just done with him in Alice's face, because she was that cruel. She honestly didn't want Alice going in because the thought of Declan touching her pissed her off.

She wanted to say something snarky and cruel, but eventually she just moved which was unusual for Ophelia. She knew she probably looked like shit bruises allover her body from Declan. She didn't care though, at the end of the hallway like always there was a nurse waiting for her and he grabbed her upper arm, but she ripped it away as they stepped on to the elevator. She was escorted back to her room. She pulled the bag of coke Ricky had given her last night doing a line, before laying back on her bed and placing her head phones in her ears.

She laid there for a long time like that counting every small spot on the ceiling, while the music blared in her ears, she was exhausted and finally even with the drugs her body couldn't take it anymore and she dozed off.

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He watched as she slipped off his shirt and tossed it onto his lap and he didn't hesitate as he put it on, making mental note to spray it down with cologne late. "I can't ask you to do that for me. I'm not worth your life." She breathed as she collected her clothes slipping them on before leaning down and kissing him, it was a goodbye kiss he knew that much and he kissed her back gently. "We should probably go, we've been in here way too long." she sighed pulling away and he stood up grabbing her arm and turning her to face him.

He wanted to see her again, away from the hospital. She'd opened up with him just then and he wanted to see what she'd be like in a different setting somewhere away from the hospital he knew it was risky, but it wasn't any riskier then sleeping with her. He fisted her hair in his hand and kissed her hard. The situation sucked and all he wanted was for her to be able to stay.

"Let me take you away from here tonight." he said simply. "Wherever you want to go so we can be alone." he breathed against her lips. He moved back a bit so he could hold her eyes. "Admit it, you'd love to get out of this hospital even if it's just for a few hours." he said hoping she'd agree, but he wasn't sure,

There weren't many places for them to go, but he honestly didn't care if they pulled into a parking lot and just talked. He just wanted out of that hospital, but he wanted out of it with her. He knew it was a bad idea, but he didn't care, so was entertaining the thought of being with her let alone actually trying to be with her.

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Ophelia had always had what her doctors referred to as an over active imagination and they pegged that to be the cause behind most of her vivid and realist dreams. Like the current one, of Ricky sleeping with Alice, fucking her like she was Ophelia and Alice enjoying it. She woke up not even fifteen minuets after she'd fallen asleep and the dream seemed so real to her that she'd sat straight up and ripped her head phones from hear ears letting out a pissed of, frustrated groan as if she was expecting what was happening in her dream to be happening right in front of her when she opened her eyes. It took her a moment to realize Mickey was in the room with her and her dream, had been exactly that. A Dream.

She didn't apologize and she didn't explain her waking up out of a dead sleep frustrated, in fact she pretended it hadn't even happened and turned off her IPod shoving it under her pillow. She scooted back up against the wall and lit herself a cigarette taking a long drag off of it. She grabbed her hoodie from it's resting place beside her bed pulling it over her head and securing the hood on top her head, deciding that she was tired of seeing her scared arms and how thin she was. It was surprising Declan even enjoyed fucking her not only was she a disaster, she was practically rail thin.

"Long time no see." she breathed. "I hope you gave them hell." she said with a wicked smirk on her black lips that to most would seem frightening. "I almost jumped off the roof, stabbed my new doctor in his neck." she shrugged as if Kay had asked and as if they were simply discussing their favorite book.

Ophelia would never admit it, but she'd missed Mickaela. Despite Mickey not really knowing about her past, the red head probably knew the real her better then anyone else. If they'd had normal lives and were high school, there was no doubt in Ophelia's mind that Kay would be the Queen bee, cheerleader type with the perfect boyfriend. While Ophelia would be The Dark Queen of her Gothic click, yet they would have a silent respect for each other that no one could quite understand.

"I'm fucking Dr. Harding." she said simply flicking her eyes to meet Mickey's. She'd said it so simply it was hard to tell if she was serious or not. It was almost her way of testing Kay, to see just how much she could trust her. That's how Ophelia worked, she tested you, played hea games.

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"Okay." he smirked glad that she was willing to b reckless with him."I don't care where we go as long as we get out of here." she breathed grabbing his tie and wrapping it around his neck for him before kissing his lips and he kissed her back. "We really should go though." she breathed and pulled away before he could stop her again she slipped out of the room.

Levi sighed leaning against the wall as he checked his phone surprisingly their were no calls from Fiona, only a text from his brother stating he already had a job for him. Levi ignored the text for the moment as he slipped out of the storage closet slipping into one of the bathrooms quickly to adjust himself and make him look a little less like he'd just had sex and putting some space between him and Mickey. Finally he headed back upstairs to his office only he didn't stop at his office he made his way to his friends office just down the hall from his and he knocked on if quietly.

Just as he was about to walk in, Alice came out and he greeted her, kissing her on the cheek. He was practically a brother to her. In college the four of them had been inseparable now he felt like he rarely saw them. He slipped into his friends office and Declan looked about as exhausted as he felt. He made himself comfortable on the couch across from his friend desk and lit a cigarette before he spoke.

"We need to talk." he breathed exhaustion and confusions clear in his voice. "I fucked up man." he said honestly. "And, I'm not sorry about it." he shrugged simply blowing out a breath of smoke, "This hospital is making me loose my mind and I'm supposed to be the sane one." he said irritated. He doubted his friend had even the slightest idea what he was talking about, but he needed to vent.

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She watched her friend, she wasn't all the worried about word getting out that she was sleeping with her doctor. Not that she though Mickey would tell, she was almost positive her friend wouldn't, but if she did, then there was absolutely no repercussions for. Dr, Harding would loose everything and she'd get absolutely no blame. She knew that was a cruel way to look at it and she'd never admit it but if something did happen to Declan, she'd probably completely loose any sanity she had left.

Mickaela tossed her the pack of cigarette and the lighter and she was grateful. The pack that Declan had left behind a few days ago, she'd just smoked the last one. She lit herself another cigarette as she watched her friend. She honestly loved Mickey like a sister or what she imagined loving a sister would be like, but she was too fucked up to admit it. She wondered if Kay had been in the room alone for the two months she'd been gone or if she'd dealt with her own shit, but she refused to pry.

"Sounds like you've been busy." she smirked, blowing out a breath of smoke and "I've been in solitary for two months, but I just got out." Ophelia raised a brow, not speaking simply listening. "Oh, and I'm fucking Dr. Copeland." a wicked smirk painted Ophelia's black lips when she heard that she wasn't the only one ruining someone's life. Any bit of guilt she'd had before was washed away. The gears were turning in he head.

Opehlia wondered if they had a chance at getting out. She knew if it was her and Kay in the real world they would be dangerous, they would have each other and they could take care of each other. Ophelia didn't trust easy and she was still refusing to let herself fall for Dr. Harding even though she knew she already was, but if the two of them could get away...they wouldn't have to answer to anyone.

"I bet they could get us out of here." she breathed simply. "I'd be just you and me." she said blowing out a breath of smoke, although that wasn't completely true because she knew Ricky would follow, however he would serve as a protector to them and that wouldn't be so bad. Dr. Harding was amazing sure, but she wonder when it really came down to it, if he'd leave Alice for her. Talking was one thing doing it was another. "No rules, no body to tell us what we can or can't do." she shrugged. "Think about it." she spoke smoothly.

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It was interesting both him and Declan being doctors, being able to pick each other apart or talk to each other whenever the other one needed advice. It helped that they both came from fucked up backgrounds and they both were expected to act like a person they clearly weren't. Levi had always been fully aware that he was just working overly hard to conceal the bad guy that he really was for Fiona and his family.

He watched as his friend pulled out a half full bottle of vodka and set it on the desk and he smirked. He debated for a long moment, before walking over and pouring himself a glass. He sat down in the chair across from Declan. It was clear his friend was just as stressed as him. Levi took a swig of the liquor and it tasted incredible. Aside from his relapse a few weeks back, he'd hadn't drank in close to three years.

"I fucked up too." he sighed and Levi glanced to his friend lighting himself another cigarette. "What'd you do?"he asked raising an eyebrow. The question was simple enough, but Levi's answer would be complicated as hell. He'd known Declan for several years and he didn't hesitate because he thought his friend would tell he hesitated because his answer was fucked up.

"I'm working for my brother again." he breathed, figuring that was the easiest thing to start with, it was also more dangerous that he'd gotten involved with his brother then that he was sleeping with his patient. "I'm pretty sure I don't fucking love Fi anymore." he shook his head irritated with himself as he downed what was left of the vodka in the glass he'd poured for himself. "And, to top it all off, I'm fucking Mickaela Hawkins." he finally breath taking a long drag off his cigarette. "I know it's fucked, but honestly tell me you don't miss the old days...before Fiona and Alice." he breathed desperately hoping he wasn't the only one as he glanced up holding his friends eyes.

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Ophelia knew it was a bad idea and in the end she'd feel like shit for using Dr. Harding. She also knew though, that she was insanely good at shutting off her emotions and numbing herself. The guilt would only last as long as she allowed it. She wondered if her Mickey would be up for it or if she had more of a conscience then O.

"Alright." she finally breathed a smirk on her lips "But no one can know where we are. We have to stay hidden." she sighed and Ophelia raised a brow knowing it had something to do with her past. "I've got a past that's dead set on following me around, and that's another thing..." she breathed out another breath of smoke. "If my past finds me, you have to run and not look back because it won't hesitate to take you too." She whispered honestly and Ophelia held her eyes. "You don't want to be me O."

Ophelia wasn't scared her words were enough to scare any normal person, O had since of that in the back of her mind, but she was even the least bit scared. Mickaela had no idea of Ophelia's past, what Mickey didn't understand was she was already dead, there wasn't much anyone else could do to her. Of course Kay wouldn't know that because just like Ophelia knew very little about the red heads past, she knew very little about O's past. Kay walked across the room and sat next to her on the bed, Ophelia couldn't remember a time the two had actually ever been that close, they tended to stay on their sides of the room.

There was something so tragically beautiful about Mickaela that it made Ophelia realize then, as close as she was to her, why people fell in love with her so damn quick. She'd heard so many stories when she snuck out late at night, the male nurse would talk about hooking up with her and she never understood why till now. She'd always known Mickey was beautiful, but somehow she was even more beautiful up close.

"Trust me on that one." She shrugged and Ophelia could see enough though she pretended it wasn't a big deal, but she knew whatever it was that was bothering her was a big deal. Ophelia lend in close so her lips were a breath away, her dark eyes holding Mickey's and she was silent for what probably seemed like for ever, but was only a few seconds.

"There is nothing your past could do to me, that my past hasn't." she breathed honestly. "Haven't you heard, I'm the living dead girl." she said darkly although their was a cruel and wicked smirk on her lips, like she intended to fuck someone's life over. it was clear why Ophelia was there. She lend in and pressed her lips to Mickey's lips for a split seconds, leaving behind traces of her black lipstick, like it was a contract they were signing. "Aren't you tired of other people running your life doll?" she breathed. "Aren't you tired of just being pretty?" she breathed holding her friend eyes, Ophelia knew she was more or less getting into her head.

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Levi drew his eyes to the empty cup in his hand. One hand held the cup while the thumb of his other hand nervously twirled the wedding ring on his finger. He was a wreck, mostly because it was one thing to keep what him and Mickaela were doing a secret, it was an entirely different thing to say it out loud for not only himself to hear, but for someone else to hear as well. He didn't know what else to do though, he didn't know if he should stop and move hospitals or if he should continue seeing her.

"You're right." he said simply and Levi's jaw clenched he kept his eyes on the empty cup. "I'm starting to think I don't really love Alice either and I'm not sure what to do about it." he sighed and Levi glanced up to him, he couldn't believe what he was saying. "I'm fucking Ophelia Black." he knit his eyes brows almost confused, like he wasn't hearing Declan right. "She's made me rethink my whole life." he scoffed with a roll of his eyes.

How the two of them had managed to fuck up so badly was beyond him, neither of them seemed guilty or sorry about it, he wasn't sure about Declan, but he himself wasn't feeling guilty like he had the first time he slept with her. He let silence fall between them for a long moment his eyes falling to his wedding ring, before he back up as he held his friends eyes.

"What the hell do we do Dec?" he breathed. "You've got it easier, your not lock down to your girl yet. I'm fucking married." he breathed irritated with the situation. "I started working for Garrett to get money under the table so Fiona wouldn't find out. I'm going to get her out of here." he said and he knew it sounded crazy but he didn't care. "She'd not crazy, she'd just broken." he said simply, it was clear he wanted to help her and get her out of there.

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Mickey sighed and pulled back from Ophelia and it was written all over the red head their was still something she was hesitant about. Ophelia would more then likely have that same hesitation if her father was still alive, that's the only reason O knew it was someone that was close to her. Ophelia hated that people could have that kind of sick power over another human being, it was the reason she'd turned so dark in the first place. It was why she'd dethatched herself from everyone around her.

"I don't know how to be anything but pretty Ophelia." she breathed shaking her head and Ophelia rolled her eyes. "I just don't want you to end up this way." she shrugged and made her way back to her bed. "I want this." She admitted lighting a cigarette. "I want to get the hell out of this awful place, trust me, and I can't do it alone because I'm just not strong enough, but I won't do it if it puts someone else at risk." she admitted honestly and Ophelia knew what she needed, she needed to be the kind of broken Ophelia was.

She needed to stop caring about others, to be more selfish, and to take control of her life. O knew she'd lot that control, who ever she was scared of had taken the control she'd thought she'd had and ripped it away from her. The truth was though, Mickey had never actually been given the control. When Dr. Harding had raided her room, he'd taken everything, however Ricky had brought her back a few things. Some drugs and a knife though were among the most important. She grabbed the knife from under her pillow and stood up.

She made her way across the room to stand in front of Kay's bed a dark look in her eye. "Stop caring what happens to me or anyone else." she breathed almost ordering her. "It's when people realize that you care...that is when you give them the power to break you.[/i] she spat bitterly clear that she'd struggled with that before she'd numbed herself.

She climbed onto the bed then grabbing a fistful of Mickey's red hair roughly and jerking her so that her back was facing O. Ophelia flicked the knife out and quickly pressed it against Mickey's pale skin on her neck. Ophelia had killed her entire family and hadn't felt one ounce of remorse, everyone in the hospital knew that and Ophelia could kill Mickey and have absolutely no consequences other then they'd more then likely lock her up for good in the adult wing and she knew that Mickey wasn't stupid she had to know that about O.

"I have control over your life right now, because your giving it to me." she hissed. "When you realize that you have nothing left to loose, that's when they can't control you. When you become exactly what those files say you are, you give them control." she continued her lips moving so that he breath tickled Mickey's ear. "Stop feeling sorry for your past, for yourself." she breathed "I don't know who he is Mickaela, but I know he doesn't deserve to have the power your giving him." she whispered in her ear.

"I was scared once too. Try being thirteen and the first time you ever have sex is with your dad." she whispered in her friends ear, she was telling it to her so that she'd realize she had control. She released her and stood back in front of the bed tossing the knife down next to her. "You want to know why I cut myself, because it's sure as hell not to get attention like all these ass holes think. It's because It reminds me that I'm in control." she said looking her friend dead in the eyes. "Do it." she ordered. "Your tired of being pretty, there's your out." her eyes flicked to the knife then back to the red head.

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Levi kept trying to convince himself as he sat there in silence with his friend, that he loved Fiona. The more he tried though, the more and more he realized that he didn't love her. Mickaela was almost ten years younger then him, but she understood him. She didn't expect him to be something he wasn't. She hadn't seen his dark sides yet, she'd only gotten a small taste and she liked it. Fiona couldn't stand when he had one beer with the guys.

He could sit an compare Mickey to Fiona all day, but what it came down to was whether he wanted to be free and happy or whether he wanted to live a lie. sure he had nice things now, but when Levi worked for his brother, he could get paid just as much if not more for killing a guy that hadn't paid up. It seemed more and more like he'd made the wrong choice by ever betraying his brother.

"Shit." Declan sighed, pulling Levi from his thoughts and he glanced up at his friend holding his eyes. "I've got to get Ophelia out too. She's technically not even my patient, she's only in my case while Dr. Wells is away and I can't let him have her again." he breathed and Levi nodded that was part of the driving force for getting Kayla out, Dr. Wells had been eyeing her since he'd started and he was barely holding onto her. "I can't believe I'm asking this, but do you think your brother has something for me?" He sighed and Levi smirked.

When him and Declan first meet, it was through Alice and Fiona. The two girls had been best friends, the only reason they knew so much about each other's pasts was because when they first meet they'd both still been struggling with their past and relapsing on occasion. They'd both started living fake lives together. Working with Declan, under his brother seemed exciting. He had no doubt in his mind that him and Declan would make a dangerous team.

"If your in your in for life." he breathed honestly. "That how my brother plays, the only reason he didn't kill me was because of my dad." he said honestly. "You try to get out, he's going to send me to kill you and I don't want to have to do that." he said holding his friends eyes. "He can't know about Mickaela or Ophelia, he finds out about them, we make one mistake and he's going after them." he explained.

His brother was a dangerous man, with no regrets and absolutely no conscience. He was honestly surprised that Garret hadn't killed him when he stepped foot in his club the other night. If they left with the girls, they'd still have to be where they could do business for Garett. It was going to be hell to keep everything separate. Initially they'd be living triple lives. He knew that Declan didn't want to give up Alice as much as he didn't want to give up Fiona, but it was clear even if they didn't admit it that they were both in love with someone they shouldn't be. It was a game of keeping the peace on all playing fields. The worst part was being therapists and doctors, they both had the power to do exactly that.

"It's all or nothing. There is no room for slipping up not with the girls and not with my brother." he said letting Declan know that he had to be completely sure that it was what he wanted.

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She watched her friend clearly struggle between taking Ophelia's cruel, but honest advice and just loosing it. Ophelia was pushing her, O watched people how they interacted and reacted. She studied it so when the time came she perfected the art of getting into their head to do what she wanted only this time it wasn't that she wanted Mickey to do anything for her, Ophelia was trying to help her, which was something she never did. She knew though, there was something in Kay that hadn't been released yet..

She watch as her carefully, as she studied the already present scar on her skin. There was clearly and block that some had created in her making her think that flaws weren't beautiful. Eventually though Mickaela drug the blade of the knife across the existing scar as if a fuck you to who ever had given it to her and Ophelia smirked, because she'd watched the girl try and cut herself before, but she could never will herself to do it, when just then she had. Ophelia was well aware of the dangerous effect she had on people.

The red head held her eyes for a long moment and Ophelia kept her gaze. She sat up on her knees and O smirked when she grabbed her hair and pressed her lips to her. It was then that Ophelia knew that she was strong enough to do what they were about to do, she'd just need reassurance. Ophelia had seen how dangerous Declan could get and she had a feeling that wasn't the worst of it, fucking him over honestly excited her, because she wondered just how far he'd go to get back at her.

"I can do this." She breathed and Ophelia smirked "Let's get the fuck out of here." Mickey's smirked matched Ophelia's. Apart the two of them were dangerous, together there was no telling what they were capable of.

"Make him fall hard." she breathed coldly. "Your going to get attached, you just have to be prepared to cut ties when the time comes. I'm meeting with Dr. Harding n just a bit, I'll start pushing the conversation in that direction." she said as if it was that simple and she was so confident it was hard to believe that it wasn't just that simple. "I assume it won't take long." she said with a wicked smirk grabbing her knife and tucking it away before grabbing her drugs. "Take control Mickaela...it's that simple." she breathed honestly before slipping out the door.

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"I know. I don't want out this time." He shrugged he said honestly before there was a knock at the door and the look on his face told Levi who it was. It was clear that Declan didn't intend to stay and do paperwork of course Alice wouldn't know that.

After Declan said goodbye and slipped out of the room him and Alice were alone. "Alice do me a favor." he breathed as he stood up walking over to her. "Go visit Fiona tonight, she misses you." he said with a shrug. "I'm going to be here late and my phones dead. Do you mind dropping by and letting her know that?" his words were alluring and charming and she simply nodded before disappearing.

It was only then that he slipped down the hall towards his office grabbing his keys and his wallet, before heading down towards Mickaela's room. It was already fairly late and he knew how to sneak her out. Just as he rounded the corner her watched Ophelia slip out of the room and he waited a second before slipping into the room. He smirked when he saw Mickaela on the bed before his eyes saw the blood on her arm.

"Kayla are you alright?" he breathed clearly worried as he went and sat next to her. He lend in fisting his hand in her hair and kissing her hard, slipping his tongue past her lips before he pulled away and held her eyes. "What happened?" he asked glancing to the blood before back to her.

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Ophelia moved swiftly down the halls, she could navigate with her eyes closed because she'd been to the abandoned wing so many times. She loved it there, it was dark, creepy, falling apart, and yet still beautiful. It was too dark to see clearly where you were going, but that didn't bother her as her fingertips ran along the wall slowly, bored as she waited for Declan to find her. If he did meet her there, she'd know it would be that much easier for her and Mickey's plan to fall into place.

She heard something causing her to look up only to see his shadow walking towards her, he held up two bottles and she smirked. She didn't move from her spot she let him come to her. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close before kissing her lips hard. She kissed him back and the kiss lasted for a long time. One of her hands resting on his cheek, the other was tangled in his hair. He was incredible and she couldn't quite get enough of the high he made her feel.

Eventually he pulled away and started walking further down the hall and deeper into the darkness of the abandoned wing of the hospital. She followed behind him, keeping a distance as she watched him. He seemed so different now, she was bring out a side of him that she could tell he loved, because it was who he was. Him showing up there was proof that he was serious about what they were doing, it almost made her hate herself for wanting to use him the way she was going to. She never felt guilt, except when he was involved.

She moved a little quicker, catching up to him quickly. She grabbed him by his wrist into one of the darker rooms. It was an old patient's room and it honestly looked like something out of a scary movie, but to Ophelia it was peaceful. She shoved him against the wall roughly pressing her lips against his and kissing him hard. Her lips moved along his jawline and his neck, slowly, seductively. She how to a kiss a guy, way more then any seventeen year old should.

"I want out of here" she breathed against his skin, boldly. It was almost more like she was ordering him then telling him. "You want me Declan." she breathed. "And I want you, but this hiding shit...I can't do, I want to be able to really fuck and not have to look over my shoulder." she said simply before grabbing one of the bottle from his hand and taking a step back.

She popped open the bottle of whiskey, taking a huge swing never even flinching and she highly doubted his perfect, silicone fiancé could handle liquor the way she just had. She closed the bottle back up setting it down before pulling out the bag of coke and expertly licking her finger and sticking it in to the white powder, before rubbing it on her gums like she'd been a drug addict for years. She closed the bag back up and tossed it to him.

"Your turn." she breathed wondering if he'd actually do it. Drinking was one thing, drugs was a completely different game.

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"It's nothing." and he raised a brow when he noticed the small tint of black on her lips. She grabbed a towel wiping the blood from her arm before turning back to him. "I opened my old scar. Kind of like a fuck you to my brother. It's really not a big deal, it's not deep or anything." She smirked and he sighed, he had a good idea that it was Ophelia who'd given her the object to cut herself.

He wasn't entirely sure what it all meant and he wasn't sure he'd ever know. She didn't look like she was in pain though and so he let the topic go. He honestly just wanted to get out of their and spend the night with her, whether it was fucking or talking he really didn't care he just wanted to be around her. She climbed into his lap straddling him and kissing him hard making him forget any worries he had seconds before. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back just as hard.


"What matters is that you're getting me out of here tonight."she breathed against his lips before her lips started to move along his jaw and neck. "I don't care where you take me, just two conditions. Number one, it's away from here." she laughed and he just smirked as she kissed him again. Her hands ran from his neck to his shoulder and along the front of his shirt making him crazy, he could feel the burning heat of her skin even through her clothes. "Number two, it's gotta be somewhere where you can fuck me. Really hard." she breathed kissing him even harder as her fingertips slipped under his shirt and teased his waistline.

He groaned against her lips, before flipping her so she was on her back he kissed her hard for a long moment before he finally stood back up and pulled her to her feet with him. He pulled out his staff key and handed it to her. It was how staff members got from one wing to another the doors didn't open unless a staff slid their card.

"Will go up to the mountains for the night, that way no one can hear you." He breathed with a wicked smirk on his lips. He handed her his staff key. "This will make it almost impossible for anyone to catch you. You've got to slide my card to get on the staff elevator, no one should be using it everyone who comes and goes should already be gone." He said simply before continuing. "Take it to the first floor, take the first right, slide the card to get through the doors and the exit to the parking lot is right their. My car should be the only silver SUV in the parking lot." he said handing her his keys. "Get to my car and stay out of sight." He breathed kissing her lips once more, before he slipped out of her her room.

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She watched him carefully, studying him in the darkness. He didn't hesitated as he did the coke. The way he'd done it though almost made her believe no time at all had passed between the person he used to be and the person he was or Alice. There was no doubt in her mind that he deserved the life he had with Alice, but he didn't want it. He'd never wanted it and she knew that now and it only made her feel that much more powerful, that she'd been the one to make him realize it. The way he looked over her made her smirk.

"Don't worry, I'm getting you out." he smirked as he took a swig from the bottle before grabbing her and pulling her close. "We'll have to move fast, before Dr. Wells gets back and takes over again, but it won't be a problem."he shrugged like they were teenagers simply sneaking out of the house instead of faking that she was better to get her out. "I was actually going to tell you that tonight but I guess you beat me to it." she raised a brow at his answer before he kissed her.

She kissed him back letting the entirety of their situation sink in. The liquor on his breath, the touch of his skin, and the fact that what they were doing was fucked up all of it mixed together made her head spin. There was a small nagging part of her that wanted to tell him the truth, wanted to warn him what she was doing to him. She had a feeling though even if she did he wouldn't care he was full aware of the monster she was and he was falling right into her trap.

She kissed him hard, letting herself slip a little as she kissed him, because it wasn't just a kiss. The kiss was loaded, it almost said that she didn't want to be without him. She wanted him, but she also wanted freedom, the type of freedom she knew she couldn't have with him. She could feel it in his kiss and in the way he touched her, if she ever did end up being his, he'd be controlling and possessive.

"I won't go back to him." she breathed against his lips. "I'd rather die." she said completely honestly. She pulled away and held his eyes in the dark. She knew what she was about to say would stick with him and he'd do everything in his power to get her out if he knew she was serious. She'd seen the look in his eyes when she'd almost jumped that day. "I have no problem offing myself, I'd have done it that day if it wasn't for you." she breathed honestly pressing her lips to his again this time is was gentle something that Ophelia didn't even seem capable of, however it was as though she was thanking him for saving him.

She pulled away from him then and laced her finger with him as she pulled him with her to the busted out window and she dropped her hand from his sinking down to the floor letting her legs dangle out the window glancing up at him.

"You owe me your story." she breathed with a smirk. "That's your ticket to fucking me tonight." she said simply, patting the ground next to her as she took a swig from her bottle glancing out over the hospital's cemetery.

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Levi wasn't as worried as he should be, because the honest truth of it was if she got caught all he had to say was she'd stolen it from him and he'd pick her punishment. He made his way in the opposite direction that she'd be walking and headed to the security desk, each floor had two or three of them to make sure that the doors weren't breached. He'd explained to the security guard that he'd forgotten his badge and key at home that morning and the security guard yawned lazily as he got up and escorted Dr. Copeland out of the building.

He walked casually out to his car before climbing into the driver seat of his car where Mickey was waiting for him. He gestured for her to hand him his keys. He kissed her hard, puling away looking her over, noticing the dress. "You look incredible." he breathed, before starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot quickly. The drive to the mountains wasn't long, it was an hour one way. Him and Kayla talked, it was simple conversation but not a single second of it had been awkward or weird and even when it had gone silent they'd simply held hands and he loved that it could be like that between them.

Eventually they arrived a beautiful cabin. It was his and Fiona's vacation house, however Fiona never wanted to go to the mountains. They'd only used the house once for a New Year party and Levi hadn't gotten around to selling it. There were all alone, there were no other cabins around for miles and the cabin would be the last place anyone looked for him.

He got out expecting Mickey to follow, he made his way to the front door unlocking it and turning the lights on. It was spotless, exquisitely decorated thanks to Fiona. he flipped on the lights before walking over and getting a fire going to get rid of the cold draft that lingered in the house. It was clear that Levi had money, the place as incredible.

After starting the fire he glanced to Mickey. "Help yourself the liquor cabinet, I'm not sure what's in their, probably nothing hard." he rolled his eyes. He grabbed Kayla's arm pulling her in close and placing a hand on the back of her neck kissing her lips. "The house is yours tonight." he smirked. "There's a hug bath tube upstairs." he smirked knowing that the bath tub was always Fiona's favorite. "I have to make a quick phone call then I'm yours." he said simply slipping outside before she could stop him.

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