Mickaela Hawkins's Story

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She felt him sit down next to her and she desperately wished she had something to make her high enough to ignore the heat between them. She couldn’t have him, he was sane and a doctor. She was insane and locked away in an insane asylum for fucked up teens. Not to mention the list of other things that were standing in there way, the thought alone was exhausted. Ophelia would have no problem seducing him and playing her games if she was high, however sober she let years of abuse and cruel names eat away at her until she was exactly what her family told her she was.

"I don't want safe." he breathed and his tone was practically begging for her to bring out the bad in him. "I want you." he shrugged grabbing her chin and forcing her to look him in the eyes as she took a drag off her cigarette. "You're beautiful Ophelia, And thrilling." he smirked kissing her and the kiss as short as it had been was incredible and agonizing at the same time. "Alice will never compare." He breathed and she scoffed.

She was being impossibly stubborn. She didn’t deserve him, he’d yet to show her any sign of danger. Sure he’d hit her and there sex had been rough but she’d pushed him into both things. Would he want her once he had her? Not to mention Ricky was just as psychotic as her and if he thought Dr. Harding was fucking her, he’d kill him.

She pulled her face out of his grip. “Then what, once you get tired of the thrill…you run back to Barbie?” she asked cruelly a wicked smirk returning to her lips. “And, what if I don’t want you?” She asked simply shrugging. “You can’t have me.” She taunted leaning in close intoxicatingly close, so her lips were a breath away.

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Mickey kissed him again and he wasn’t exactly sure who he was going to prove a level three’s sudden miraculous recovery, but he was smart he’d find a way as long as he could keep her away from Dr. Wells who seemed to be collecting Level Three patients like they were a rare commodity. It was only a matter of time before he got Kayla if he didn’t get her out of there quick enough.

"All I want is you." She breathed against his lips and that felt incredible to hear her say. She kissed him hard and he kissed her back just as hard. "Let's do it." she whispered and he matched her dark smirk with one of his own. He kissed her hard again before his phone rang and he knew who that would be.

He didn’t go for it though, letting Mckaela know that she was more important than the person calling which was more than likely his wife. After the third time though he had to stop making out with her and head to get his phone, he’d have been completely content with just laying with her and spending the rest of the night with her but he knew that wasn’t logical, especially if they were trying to get her out of there anytime soon.

He kissed her once more before slipping his jeans on and heading over to his desk to grab his phone it was Fiona. He sighed as he shot her a message that read something along the lines of, “sorry with a patient be home soon” before his attention was directed back to Kayla.

“Whatever you do, stay away from Dr. Wells.” He said continuing their conversational and initially working out a plan. “And Dean…you keep all of this a secret babe.” He breathed walking back over to her and offering her his hand helping her up he lend in kissing her forehead. “I’m going to get you out of here and I’ll keep you safe.” He promised. “But for now I have to get home.” He sighed making clear he wasn’t exactly excited to be leaving her.

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She could tell just by the look in his eyes she'd pissed him off and she couldn't help but smirk as he grabbed a hold of her long dark hair tightly and kissed her hard, but she was too damn stubborn to let herself enjoy the kiss and so she refused to kiss him back. He was going to be the death of her she already knew that, she could feel it every time they touched and so the longer she put off letting herself fall for him, the better off she'd be. She was obsessed with the thought of him, but she refused to admit it.


"You're a fucking lair." he breathed against her lips darkly, before kissing her again and she fought the urge to seduce him into fucking her. "You want me and it know it."he spat before standing and she simply watched him. "Don't lie to me Ophelia." he shrugged, like kissing her wasn't a big deal and normally she could read people better then anyone, but she was struggling with whether or not her really cared. "I can see right through you." he practically growled the words before turning and heading for the door.

She let him go though, because his words hurt to much and she was already so broken down from Dr. Wells that she wanted to be alone. Before the door could click shut though she grabbed the pack of cigarettes' and held the door waiting for Dr. Harding to disappear before breaking the cigarette in half and shoving it into where the door met the wall so it couldn't click closed properly. The hospital was old and while it was good at keeping it's patient's in, there were little tricks Ophelia had learned over her two years at the fucked up hospital.

She sat on her bed for a long time because she knew any minuet Dr. Wells would walk in for his usual nightly check at least that's what everyone was convinced he was doing. Eventually he came in and fucked her, tortured her, and left. He'd injected her with the type of sedative that made you fully aware of everything but you couldn't move. When the medication finally wore off she felt sick and one of the male nurses escorted her to the restroom. She ended up fucking him an then threatening that if he didn't sneak Ricky in for her, she'd make sure he lost his job.

Finally she snuck to the abandoned wing of the hospital, she wasn't sure how long stood their staring over the back property of the hospital and desperately wishing she was already buried in the cemetery. She felt someone grab her arm and spin her to face him and he kissed her hard. She couldn't help but moan into his lips, it had been forever since she'd tasted that familiar liquor and cigar taste on Ricky's lips. He pulled away and his eyes ran over her, but she had to look away, even in the dark the torture and her body had gone through over the past month was obvious.

"Who the fuck did this to you O?" he spat harshly, anger and pure murder was clear in his tone.

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She kissed along his jaw slowly and he didn't want her to leave. He wanted to stay there with her and it was completely frustrating to think that he could ever be with her for more then a weekend. Even if he waited until she turned eighteen for it to be legal, he couldn't divorcé Fiona. He'd already let his family down once, running of with one of his patient's would only cause his family to disown him, not to mention Fiona would probably take him for everything he had.

She slipped his wedding ring back on for him and surprisingly he didn’t feel as guilty as he had the first time and he knew that was dangerous. He was quickly slipping back to the old Levi, the dark and dangerous one. Her lips continued along his neck and across his chest. She pulled away then and he desperately wanted to make up an excuse to stay there with her but he knew he couldn't.

"Don't fuck her tonight." she breathed and he smirked as she kissed him one last time. She tossed him his shirt and he caught it as she disappeared. After she left he cleaned up this office, destroying any evidence of them being together as anything but doctor and patient. Finally he left.

He didn't go home though, he knew where he was headed was a bad idea and he tried to talk himself out of it but he couldn't help it. Mckaela was doing something to him that scared and excited him, she was turning him back into the person he was so many years ago. He cut the engine in front of one of the raunchiest strip clubs in the state. It was somewhere him and his brother use to hang out and if he knew anything about his brother it was that he hated change, he'd be there.

He stepped out of his expansive SUV that looked completely out of place in the parking lot. He spotted his brother's motorcycle parked up front and he sighed. He debated getting back in the car and leaving, he'd be lucky if his brother didn't beat the shit out of him the second he saw him. Despite the growing fear of seeing his older brother again he continued into the club. The lights were a dim aqua blue and purple, it was haze, and the music. Just like his car, he looked out of place in his designer jeans Fiona had insisted on and his nice dress shirt and tie.

He could feel eyes on him, but he refused to turn around and walk away like the Levi Fiona had trained him to be wanted to. He spotted his brother, sitting in one of the booths surrounded by stripers and made his way over to the table a wicked smirk on his lips.

"I want back in." he yelled over the music, fearlessly. It was a bad idea but he knew it was the only way he'd get Mckaela out. He couldn't use the money from his bank account Fiona had access and she'd get suspensions if he pulled large amounts of money out or didn't deposited money. The money had to be completely unknown to her.

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A part of Ophelia wanted to blame Dr. Harding for Dr. Wells handy work, because she was tired of him reading her like an open book. She hated that he made her feel things. Sure Dr. Wells was the biggest ass hole, twisted mother fucker she'd ever meet, but at least he made her numb. Declan was ruining her, he was slowly breaking down the walls she'd built so hard to work up. In the end she'd simply shrugged and that pissed Ricky off. She was too tired to fight him, she just wanted to be with him.

He pulled her close kissing her and she kissed him back desperately wanting him to take her away from that place it was becoming to much between both the doctors. She'd told him what had happened on the roof and how they'd locked her up for the past month. It only added to the fire that was Ricky Salano.

"I've been following them." he breathed simply as they sat together, he lend against the wall her head on his lap as he played with her hair gently and for that moment they seemed like a normal couple. "He's got a past that could get him fired and she's got wealthy parents that adopted him." he said and Ophelia sat up looking Ricky in the eyes remembering that she'd told him the last time they were together to get information on Declan. "There going to have a nice surprise when they get home, I fucked up their stupid apartment." he said with a wicked smirk.

She smirked back but it was wicked or even very genuine although she forced it to be. Ricky was a fucked up guy, she knew the shit that went on inside his head and he'd probably done some pretty fucked up shit to their apartment and there was a part of her that wanted to be happy he'd done that for her, but there was another part of her that felt like shit for doing that to Declan, because she was honestly a little jealous the Ricky had been in his house.

"I love you O." he whispered leaning forward and kissing her and she kissed him back absentmindedly, wondering what Dr. Harding's house looked like. She was obsessed and she couldn't let it go. It was then that she realized just how much sh had Ricky wrapped around her finger.

"Could you get rid of her?" she was only thinking the words, she hadn't meant for the words to slip. It was like the night she'd mentioned wanting her family dead all over again and as soon as she'd said it she wished she hadn't, because she could see the wheels turning in Ricky's head. "I have to go." she breathed, disappearing without another word, grabbing a bottle of pills from one of the nurses stations. She headed back to her room popping a deadly amount of the pills into her mouth. What had she just done.

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His brother was shocked to see Levi there and as a revenge ploy he dragged his little brother out back and beat the shit out of him. Garret had beat Levi bloody and as badly as Levi wanted to fight back he didn't. He knew it was the only way he'd get back on his brother's good side. It the most twisted way it felt kind of good, he'd been so safe for so long he'd almost forgotten what I was like to be dangerous. When his brother was finally done he stepped back and Levi pulled himself too his feet.

For a split second Levi thought his brother might kill him. He didn't though, Garret was suspicious but eventually the two were able to talk business and Garett gave Levi exactly what he knew he would to test his trust. Levi was to become his older brother's personal assassin, for ridiculously good pay. With a hand shake he'd signed himself up for a double life.

When he'd got home, Fiona had nearly called 911 and he had to stop her. He promised her he was alright and told her half the truth. That his brother had found him and beat the shit out of him, before he'd had to hand over money. It was half truth half lie, but Fiona was well aware of his history with his brother and so she'd bought it.

Despite what Mckaela had said, after Fiona had cleaned him up he'd fucked her only this time it was rougher then usual and she seemed to catch onto the sudden change in his personality. They'd ended up fighting and he was the one who'd pack his shit and left this time. He was so tired of being nagged. Mickey was easy to please and he couldn't stop thinking about her. He rented himself a hotel room and crashed exhausted form the night.

He woke up the next morning looking like complete shit. He looked like he'd been his by a train thanks to his brother. He debated calling into work but in the end decided it would look bad considering he was only going on his fourth month in the hospital and the thought of Dr. Wells filling in for him while he was gone was one more reason for him to end up at work. He made his way to his office quickly, trying to avoid seeing people. Thankfully he managed to get to his office without to many questions. He'd been a bit late and so his sessions started almost right away and patient after patient asked what was wrong and he made the answer simple. car accident.

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Ophelia hadn't slept at all. She was too terrified what her thinking out loud would cause Ricky to do. There was a part of her that thought about calling it off with Ricky, breaking up with him. Although as strong and stubborn as she wasn't she wasn't strong enough to stand alone. Ricky had been her back bone for too long now. Even if she didn't love him, she couldn't stand the thought of not having him around. Not to mention Ricky hadn't just gotten information about Dr. Harding like she'd asked, he'd taken it upon himself to break in and fuck with them.

She hadn't realized she'd dozed off until one of the nurses was shaking her awake. Her heart started racing because she was terrified it was Dr. Wells, only it wasn't it was one of the nicer male nurses that she rarely saw. it had taken him a bit to calm her down before he gave her medication and she was surprised. She hadn't had anything in close to three months now. She took the medication quick as if it would disappear. It started working almost instantly she felt more like herself.

"Where is the asshole?" she spat bitterly "He get tired of me yet?" she asked leaning in towards the nurse and he simply shrugged.

"All I know is he's taking a leave." those words scared O, had Ricky found out that he was the one hurting her and done something to him. "So, until he gets back, all your stuff is being returned to you, your back on your normal medication, and you'll be under Dr. Harding's care." he said simply grabbing a few of her things that had been taken when Dr. Harding had ordered everything be taken away from her.

She didn't move she was shocked to say the least. "What about Mckaela?" She asked, for the first time in forever the thought of her old room mate and the only friend she'd really ever had bothered her enough to ask. "I think they still want the two of you separated." he said honestly before slipping out of the room.

Ophelia could feel the medication starting to numb her body and she let out a soft moan, because it felt incredible not to have to feel a single emotion or relive her past. Then there was the relief that at least for a little while Dr. Wells wouldn't be around to torture her. She slipped on a pair of tight black sweats and a baggie black t-shirt to hide just how thin she'd gotten and the bruises Dr. Wells had left behind from last night. She brushed out her long dark hair, like she had all the time in the world, finally she applied her black lipstick that she'd missed.

After she finished cleaning herself up, she slipped out of her room that was no longer heavily guarded and headed up stairs to Dr. Harding's office. She wasn't sure why she anted to see him, maybe it was a mix of the medicine and her sadistic obsession with wanting to know if Ricky had actually scared him. She sat cross-legged against the wall across from his office. Her long hair pulled to one side as she absentmindedly chewed on her thumb nail waiting for him, no doubt in her mind Alice would be by his side and that frustrated her.

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Levi wasn't there for any of his patients, he was there physically, but not mentally. Mckaela was like a cancer spreading far too quickly and consuming everyone of his damn thoughts. Even as much as he liked to think he loved Fiona, Mickey was becoming far more important then her, then everything really. It was exhausting and he didn't know how to take it all back to when things were simpler. He couldn't now, he was too deep in, he hadn't gotten to deep in when he'd sought out his brother last night.

After his third patient, he took a break. Fiona had left about a hundred messages on his phone begging him to come home. He'd ended up giving in and apologizing to her and telling her he'd be home later. He even debated going home early and trying to fix this whole mess he'd gotten himself into, switching hospitals and just forgetting about Kayla, but he knew that wasn't realistic it wouldn't happen like that and he couldn't live with himself leaving someone like he behind at a fucked up place like Saint Peters.

He left his office slipping and walking, he wasn't even sure where he was going he just had way to much on his mind. He ended up outside Mckaela's room he could see Dean rounding a corner quickly and he narrowed his eyes. He hesitated, before eventually going in, she was sitting on her bed, drugs in her lap but he pretended not to see them. He had a pretty good Idea who had given them to her and he held her eyes for a moment before scoffing, irritated that she hadn't listened to him when he'd asked her to stay away from Dean.

"It was a bad idea coming here." he breathed simply. "I thought we were clear when I asked you to stay away from him." he shook his head. "Fuck Kaya...I just signed my God damn life away for you and your still fucking that piece of shit." he spat clearly pissed.He was trying to get her out of there sacrificing everything he'd worked for and he'd only promised her the world yesterday, it hadn't even been a whole twenty four hours and she was back to her old ways.

He wanted her to give him an excuse so he could fight with her, fighting was better then nothing, but in the end he'd decided it was for the best if he just left. He slipped out the room without another word, heading straight for his office. He had every intent to pack up and figure out a way to clean up the mess he'd gotten himself into.

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Ophelia wasn't sure how long she waited, but she didn't really care and the longer the drugs sat in her system the darker she become and the closer she came to her old self and she was thankful. She wasn't sure what happened to Dr. Wells, but she didn't care and she made a promise to herself that the second she heard word of him coming back she'd either kill him or herself. She refused to be anyone's test subject.


"Ophelia." Dr. Harding breathed her name and she glanced up to see the confusion that was written all over his face and a wicked smirk painted her black lips. "Aren't you supposed to be on high security?" he asked slipping inside his office and she stood following him inside. Se shut the door behind her and locked it all though she was sure he was paying more attention to the file on his desk then her.

She wasn't sure what it was, but she had a pretty good idea that it was the drugs in her system after so long that made her want to be particularly cruel and piss him off. Ophelia had enough experience with sitting silently for an hour a day with several different psychologists that she could more then likely be one herself, it help that she was already a master at playing sick and twisted head games with people. She lend against his office door for a long moment as she watched him. He looked exhausted, irritable, and frustrated. She couldn't help but smirk because she knew why he was all those things, she'd have felt about a hundred times more guilty if she hadn't have been drugged up.

She pushed off the door and went over to his desk climbing on top of it and making herself comfortable on top his desk, crossing her legs Indian style. She cocked her head to the side as if she was examining him. It was almost as if all the stress that was clearly written all over him, had made him forget her presence.

"What's wrong babe?" she breathed as if she already knew, because she did. "Some one fuck your perfect world up?" Her voice was dark as she hopped off the desk to stand right in front of him there bodies were only a breath away. "I told you, you fucked the wrong girl." she breathed darkly. "Who did you used to be?" she demanded, remembering that Ricky had told her he had a past that could get him fired.

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he wasn't paying much attention to her when she slipped out the door behind him. He was too damn frustrated and he didn't want her asking questions about what he meant by signing away his life. Only he hadn't gotten very far before she'd grabbed him and started pulling him towards one of the more abandoned hallways. He wanted to fight her, but her touch burned his skin making it almost impossible for her to pull away.

"You're not even going to give me a second to explain?" She hissed, shoving him roughly against the wall and he winced because his body still hurt from his brothers beating. She moved close her lips intoxicatingly close and he wanted to kiss her and shut her up, but he knew better they were in the middle of a hallway and his luck someone would see them. "I had to fuck him." she breathed bitterly and he scoffed as he held her eyes. "He knows about us, I didn't tell him, he found out. If I don't keep him happy, he'll fuck things up for us." She said simply and his jaw clenched.

No one just finds out. He thought to himself. He knew his friend Declan had Dean as a patient and Levi was going to make sure to put him in solitary confinement so he couldn't touch Mickey and he couldn't blackmail her and more importantly is he was in confinement people would be less likely to trust any accusations he decided to make towards Dr. Copeland, if he decided to.


"Besides," she breathed and he already knew by the tone of her voice she was going to use something against him, it wasn't until her fingers stung the place Fiona's lips had been the night before that he realized what she'd seen. "What about you babe? I asked you not to fuck your wife, and you did anyway." she smirked running her fingers along his tie and he smirked back. She was a smart girl and he kind of hated that about her, but loved it at the same time. "I think we're even." She smirked wickedly.

He grabbed onto her long red her, fisting it painfully tightly in his hand pulling her dangerously close. His lips grazing hers as his grip tightened on as if to dare her to try and kiss him. His eyes were cruel as he glared into her and there was a wickedly dark smirk on his lips, that was almost chilling.

"What makes you think it was my wife?" he breathed darkly, he honestly didn't even recognize himself because this was the guy his family and his wife and himself had worked so hard to cover up. "Don't pretend you know me princess, just because you've fucked a couple of bad boys in your past." he spat. "You're turning me into a fucking monster Kayla...you should know that." he hissed. He pressed his lips to hers hard then, the kiss was rough and dark and angry, but there was still a fire and a passion there that he never felt with anyone else.

He shoved her away then, probably a little too hard releasing her from his tight grip on her hair as he pushed off the wall and took a dangerous step towards her. "Bad, doesn't even begin to define who I used to be." he spat honestly his voice rising in anger. He grabbed her again roughly, backing her up against the wall and pinning her there with his body. "I refuse to play games with a seventeen year old brat. You either want this or you don't." he said, his voice low and dangerous as he held her eyes.

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She watched him step away from her calmly, almost like a calm before the storm but it didn't scare her. She wanted to see the man that had a reputation as bad as Ricky claimed. Ophelia was the type of person that had to see something or she wouldn't believe it. The energy in the room shifted and the wickedness that the two of them created by being in the same room excited her in the most fucked up way. She wanted him to be bad, she feed off misery and pain and his was built up and had been locked away for far to long, behind a fake smile and a perfect relationship with Alice. O could tell she pushed him and she had him on the verge of breaking and giving into the person he'd given up to have Perfect Barbie, Alice.

"A bad man." he'd said it so siply it was hard for her to believe he was telling the truth. "I was orphaned as a kid and did a lot of fucked up shit for a long time." He sighed and she watched as he played with beaded bracelets on his wrist, it was clear they meant something to him, they were a weakness and she made a mental note to get them away from him as blackmail or destroy them because she was that cruel. "I gave it up a long time ago." he breathed darkly.

He turned back to face her then wrapping his hand around her throat tightly. Murder was clear in his eyes and if she'd have been sober it might have scared, her hell she might have apologized for Ricky's stupidity. However she was still very high and felt invincabel.She could tell as he held her eyes that his words were a lie, that man was still there, he'd just been suppressed and she was quickly bringing him back to the surface.

"But I can easily go right back to that if you push me Ophelia." He spat, bitterness in his voice. The grip on her neck honestly turned her on more then it scared her. "If you don't keep your boyfriend away from my home and Alice, I'll find him and I'll fucking kill him, I promise." he hissed and something in his voice and the way his eyes burned into hers, she knew he was serious. That didn't matter to her though all that mattered to her was pushing him until he broke, "I hurt you, I get it, but if your pathetic little revenge games ever extend to Alice, you'll find out what real revenge feels like." he breathed so darkly it made her shiver because she what him to hurt her, she wanted to feel the pain only he could cause her.

She knew in that moment that if anything ever came of their relationship it would be the best kind of misery shed ever felt in her entire life and that was about the only way to descried it. He was terrifying, but she wasn't scared like she probably should be and she knew that was dangerous. She bit her lip like she was completely unaware of what he was talking about, as if he was telling her she'd taken the last cookie from the cookie jar, before her innocent lip biting turned into a wicked smirk and her eyes matched the murderous tone in his eyes.

"You know for a therapist your not all that smart." she breathed, calculating exactly what to say to piss him off. "I mean revenge would imply that you've done something to me, I mean really you've been nothing but nice. Trying to fix me, to save me." she breathed slipping her hand underneath his shirt and running her fingers agonizingly slowly along his skin leaving a trail of electric sparks behind that she could feel in the tips of her fingers. "Fucked me." she continued her words taunting. "This isn't a game of revenge...it's a game of obsession love." she breathed darkly and her voice was honestly terrifying, because she was dead serious.

She wrapped her hand around his wrist to the hand the was still tightly wrapped around her neck and she backed herself up into the nearest wall. She looped her fingers into one of the bracelets around his wrist so tightly if he moved it'd snap.

"Kill him." she breathed like she didn't give a shit about her boyfriend live, the look in her eyes was challenging him to do it. "He goes missing, I'll tell them exactly who did it...then I'll tell them you fucked me." she shrugged. "Your past puts my accusations, not so far from the truth." she said with a wicked smirk. "To bad I already asked him to get rid of your bitchy blonde." she spat bitterly tugging hard enough that the string on the bracelets snapped and beads went everywhere."You seem to think your key blackmailing points top mine. But remembered babe....You/[I]. Fucked. [I]Me." she hissed cruelly.

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Together they were a terrible diseases She was driving him crazy, because he wanted her so God Damn bad, and he couldn't really have her. The thought alone that she was fucking Dean was enough to keep him up at night. He was contently fighting with himself, because a part of him knew that he was being completely irresponsible and he knew deep down there was honestly still time to fix the huge mess he'd created. But, he didn't want to he wanted the danger, the passion he felt with her, and he wanted to feel that fire that out of the hundreds of girls he'd been with he'd only felt with her and he hated that it had to be her.

His jaw clenched when she slipped her hand down his chest, lighting a distinctive fire even through his clothes and he fought the urge to let out a moan, because it felt incredible. Her hand slipped into his pants and he close his eyes, his hands forming into clenched fists on either side of her head, his knuckles white. He couldn't concentrate on anything but her touch, not even the important fact that if someone caught them, his life was officially over and he'd probably spend a good ten years in prison. None of that seemed to compare to her touch.

"Trust me, I want this." she breathed and his jaw clenched tighter. "I'm not playing games, Dr. Copeland. I might be young, but I'm not a fucking idiot. You'll hurt me, I get it." she breathed in a low voice and he opened his eyes to meet hers. She was insanely mature for her age and it killed him that she wasn't actually as old as she acted. "I've seen my fair share of monsters babe." She whispered as her lips traced his jaw and neck seductively. He couldn't believe the way she made him feel, he could swear it got more and more addicting every time they were together.

He wanted her so bad it physically hurt. He fisted his hand in her hair and pulled her lips to his kissing her roughly, making it perfectly clear that the fact that they could get caught by anyone. Dean. Alice. Declan, Ophelia. It didn't matter to him all that mattered then and there was her. That was the dangerous thing about Levi he had a way of making you feel way too important, because even if you were only his lover for the moment, you were the only thing he was focused on. The world could end and he'd pay no mind to it. He forced her body up against the wall tighter with his own, pulling Mickey's hand from his pants and pinning her hands above her head, holding her so tight it was bound to leave bruises and she'd probably break her wrists if she tired to get away.

He continued to kiss her slipping his tongue past her lips deepening the kiss. His free hand slipped up under her shirt and underneath her bra, groping her chest for a long moment before his rough hands moved slowly along his smooth skin and slipped past her pants and panties to rub roughly between her legs. He pulled away from her lips then, resting his forehead against hers as he continued to rub roughly between her legs he held her eyes.

"I can't stand the thought of him touching you Kayla." he breathed darkly. "I'll kill him. I could get away with it to." he breathed his eyes holding her dead serious. He was possessive in the most dangerous way He was falling way to hard for her and it wasn't safe for her or anyone else.

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She'd hit a nerve, one that was dangerous and pushed him to his breaking point. He slapped her across the face so hard, her head instantly stared pounding, she could feel blood from her nose and she could taste blood in her mouth. If she wouldn't have had drugs in her system she'd have broken down and he would have probably been the first person in years to see her cry. She was silently grateful for the drugs and she knew the bruise would be black and purple with a few minuets. His grip on her throat tightened to the point that she couldn't breath.

She was both terrified and excited that he might actually kill her. She closed her eyes , silently hoping he'd do it. She didn't want to be his other women and if Ricky actually did hurt Alice, Ophelia knew he'd run and blame her like he did last time, then Declan would come after her. He head was pounding from the slap and the lack of oxygen that was getting to her brain however she didn't panic. This had been almost a nightly activity for her father and she'd learned the more you panicked the quicker you blacked out.

"You win Ophelia." he breathed darkly and she opened her eyes only to meet his right before he slapped her again and she let out a pained noise. He grabbed her jaw roughly forcing her to look him in the eyes and she couldn't fight him, she was too weak. His grip tightened even more on her small throat and she bit the inside of her lips until she tasted blood, trying to distract herself. She could feel herself on the verge of blacking out. "What do you want from me?" He hissed.

He loosened his grip on her then, however not loose enough for her to slip out of it. She knew there would be a bruise on her neck to match the one on her face. The question he'd asked had stumped her. She wasn't exactly sure what she wanted from him. She just knew that she wanted him, but it was stupid because she couldn't have him. He had a fiancé and she had a boyfriend. His fiancé adored him and she was taking him away from her. She hated that if he'd have been anyone else she wouldn't have felt so damn guilty.

"I want you to be as miserable as me." she finally breathed honestly, her voice was raspy from his grip on it. "Because you’re the only fucking persons who's ever made me feel anything." she said clenching her jaw because she hated that she was being honest with him. Her eyes feel to the ground because she didn't want to look at him any more. "I want you to stop pretending that everyone is savable." she whispered, her eyes flicking back to his. "Even you weren't saved, you just buried your past. This proves it." she spat darkly.

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He loved what he was doing to her and in that moment he saw there lives flash before his eyes. The two of them living in a shitty house, always fighting, and hurting each other every chance they got cause it made the sex that much better. He'd never get her because she was too young for him, but he had to have her. He'd kill guys for looking at her the wrongs way and from some fucked up reason he wanted all of that, but only if it was with her.

"You can't kill him, Tony would find out." She shrugged honestly and he could tell she was having a hard time not making a noise and that made him smirk. "It doesn't matter though, his touch is nothing compared to yours." She whispered and he rolled his eyes. He words practically told him that she wasn't going to stop fucking Dean, but every time she slept with Dean she'd be thinking of him.

It was psychotic, but he was okay with it. She arched her hips into his touch making his smirk reckless and his touch even rougher. She let out a low desperate nose from the from the back of her throat making it very clear that he could probably finish her off right there in the hallways without having to do much more, then touch her the way he was and he raised a brow.


"Let's go back to my room.You can fuck the hell out of me and make me forget all about Dean." she breathed opening her eyes and holding hers. She had a wicked smirk on her lips, one that drove him, one that he wouldn't mind seeing for the rest of his life no matter how much misery it brought him. He didn't answer her right away, just continued to rub her even rougher between her legs, pushing her until she couldn't take it any more a dark smirk on his lips.

He pressed his lips to hers then kissing her hard, smirking against her lips, before pulling away from her completely and looking her over. He ran a hand through his hair casually like he hadn't been just about to fuck a girl ten years younger then, who was also his patient. He let out a amused laugh at how flushed and confused she looked all at the same time. He knew she'd be pissed, but that's exactly what he wanted, he wanted to push her and prove that she wasn't the only one who could push him to his breaking point, despite how badly he wanted to continue, he wanted to prove she couldn't get everything she wanted with a few seductive words and her good looks.

"I think it's best if we don't." he said simply with a shrug, a smug smirk on his lips. "Dean might get mad." he said like it wasn't a big deal to him. "I better get back to work, enjoy your lunch princess." she said turning away from her then, knowing she'd probably stop him.

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She watched him and she could see it in his eye he wanted to hit her again and she wished he would. She wished that he was strong enough to resist her. They were in for a world of darkness if they continued to see each other. She could tell now he was just as fucked up as her and that was a dangerous mix. Eventually he sighed and released her but she didn't move, just stayed leaned against the wall as she whipped the blood from her face.

Her eyes watched him as he picked up the beads from the bracelet she'd broken. Her eyes followed him as he moved to his desk and slipping the bracelets off into his desk. She wanted to know everything about him. What those bracelets meant to him? What he was capable of? Every girl he'd fucked before her? She'd never wanted to know anyone, but Declan was different. His back was still facing her as he ran a hand through his hair, she stayed where she was.

He turned back to her and her heart started pounding in her chest as he walked towards her. "You're right.I've never really been saved and you're the only person who makes me feel too." he admitted with a shrug before fisting her long dark hair in his hand. His grip tightened before he pressed his lips to hers. He wrapped his free arm around her waist pulling their bodies closer together.

She couldn't remember his lips tasting as good as they did in that moment when he'd kissed her before. His touch set her whole body on fire and sent electric burning heat pulsing through her body where every his skin touched hers. She couldn't help but let out a desperate moan against his lips. She wanted to pull away and prove that he didn't have an effect on her, but she couldn't she'd pushed him away too many times. She'd never felt crazier in her entire life, he was her doctor and he was easily ten years older then her give or take. Yet at the exact same time she'd never felt more sane in her entire life.

She kissed him back roughly. She broke their kiss only long enough to slip of his shirt and toss it away before her lips came back to his. She ran her fingers slowly down his chest as she continued to kiss him. He lips moved along his jaw, down his neck and along his collar bone, leaving a path of desperate hot kisses along his skin. Her hand slipped into his pants as she started rubbing him. She pulled away from him, to hold his eyes as she continued to rub him.

"You have a fiancé." she whispered as if to remind him what he was doing. "Don't you love her?" she asked darkly before pressing her lips back to his. It was a blunt question but she wanted to know the truth.

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He couldn't help but smirk, having left her so surprised and in shock. As far as he was concerned she deserved it. He'd learned now that she was so damn used to getting every guy she batted her eyelashes at and he wanted her to know that he was different, that she might actually for once have to work for what she wanted for once and he knew that would piss her off.

He felt her grab him and back him up against the wall quickly and it took everything in him not to finish what he'd started, because he wanted her that badly, but he wasn't going to give in not just yet. "What the fuck was that?" she spat shoving him hard before backing away and he knew why, because the heat between them was impossibly strong. "You want to play games babe?" she hissed holding his eyes with a wicked smirk, but he just raised a brow. "Fine, let's play games. Maybe I'll go find Dean and let him finish what you started." She spat, bitterness in her voice, her lips intoxicatingly close.

She was fearless, even when she seen a small portion of what he used to be she could careless. She liked pissing him off just as much as he liked pissing her off it was a dangerous game that he had a feeling, both of them didn't mind playing and eventually it would end in one or both of them winding up dead.He moved foreword quickly grabbing her by her upper arm and pulling her close.

"Go ahead babe, go find him and let him fuck you." he shrugged simply like it didn't bother him. "I'll take off early today...take some time to myself." He said with a wicked smirk. "See the difference between you and I is I know who your fucking...whether it's Dean or one of those nurses." he said simply tightening his grip on her arm, He knew it'd leave a bruise but he didn't care. "Me on the other hand." he lend in close his lips a breath away. "There is a whole world of girls, you'll have no idea if I've fucking my wife or some stranger." he smirked releasing her.

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He was toxic and she loved every bit of him. She loved his experience and that he was letting the man he used to be show through his faked perfection. It made her want him that much more. She'd never gotten out much, in fact she'd only really been two places her small town and Saint Peters, but out of all her doctors and all the nurses she'd fucked, she'd never been with someone as mysterious or dangerous as Declan.

"No."He breathed his answer instantly against her lips surprising her. Love would never make sense to her. She couldn't understand why people stayed with someone they didn't love. Her parents had done it, she was doing it with Ricky, and Dr. Harding was doing it with Alice.

She didn't focus long on his answer though. He pushed her back up against the wall and she went without a fight. She couldn't stop now if she tried. She was terrified if he stopped touching her she wouldn't be bale to stand on her own. He pulled her hand from his jeans and she smirked as he pushed her arms up over her head slipping off her shirt and bra tossing them away. He pinned her wrists over her head and she held his eyes, loving the way he took control. She wanted him so badly it hurt.

He kissed her like he was marking his territory, like he couldn’t get enough and she let out a soft breathy moan. His lips on her skin gave her a high better then an drug she'd ever had. He pressed his bare chest against hers and the heat between their bodies was beyond intense, she felt desperate for him and she hated that he made her feel like she had to beg him, for what had always been demanded of her. His hand slipped between her legs, rubbing her roughly. Her head rolled back resting against the wall and her hips lend into his touch as she let breathy noises, because she was too out of breath to get out actual moans. letting him know the effect he was having on her.


"What about you Ophelia?" he breathed kissing along her jaw and neck slowly and she forced herself to focus on his words. "Do you love your boyfriend?" he asked as he pressed his body even harder against hers and continued to rub between her legs.

She let his lips and his touch continue to burn her skin for a long moment before she remembered that he'd even asked her a question. She managed to slip one of her wrists from his grip and used that hand to try and unbutton his jeans it had taken her a minuet considering he was way to distracting as he continued to rub between her legs. When she finally managed to get his jeans unbuttoned, she grabbed his jaw moving his lips back to hers and kissing him hard.

"What boyfriend?" she breathed with a wicked smirk against his lips. "Stop playing with me please." she breathed and it came out much more desperate then she would have like it to. "Fuck me." she practically moaned.

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He really wanted to keep playing with her, but he was way to weak when it came to her, the fact that he'd caved and slept with her the first time he'd met her after years of begin completely sober and an excellent husband was proof. If she kissed him again he wasn't sure he could push her away again. He was a doctor, he got paid for telling people what was wrong with them, but for the life of him, he couldn't figure out what it was that Kayla did to him that drove him to his breaking point and made him want to be such a horrible person.

"Fuck you." she spat bitterly and he could tell his words had gotten to her and he hopped that she'd leave, but instead she grab his tie and kissed his lips. The kiss was angry, yet she was also begging him to stay. As if they'd been dating for years and fighting was a normal thing they did, he instinctively placed a hand on the back of her neck to hold her against his lips.

His other hand wrapped around her waist to pull her close. They were still in the middle of the hallway and anyone could catch them, the fact that they were only supposed to have a doctor/patient relationship didn't matter. They were acting like a couple who hadn't seen each other in years and for someone reason that's exactly how it felt. She fit perfectly in his arms and her lips burned against his, lighting a possessive fire in him. He couldn't walk away from her now even if he tried.

He pulled away from her then and grabbed her arm dragging her with him, he pushed a door open to one of the unused storages rooms. He wasted no time slipping off her shirt over her head. They'd literally just been touching her seconds ago and it had felt way too long since he'd touched her last. He slipped her bra off next tossing it aside before slipping off his own shirt and backing her into the wall, leaning his bare chest heavily against hers. Her skin against his felt incredible. He kissed her hard, slipping his tongue past her lips, one hand pinned her wrists above her head while his other hand moved slowly along every inch of the side o her body, until his hand slipped into her pants and he started rubbing roughly between her legs.

"If were going to start fucking on the regular...your going to have to start working for it babe." he breathed against her lips letting her know that he was the one in control. He released her wrists and wrapped his hand around her throat tightly a wicked smirk on his lips. "Your use to getting what you want and what you really want I'm the only one who can give that to you." he said darkly. "Dean can fuck you, but I can make love to you." he breathed as his lips moved along her jaw slowly. Everywhere his lips touched he let them linger there for a second too long.

He spun her around so her back was against his chest as his lips moved along her neck. "Dean's got experience fucking whores and I'm a married man." he smirked against her skin. "So I'm not too worried, cause at the end of the day, he'd not going to be the last person on your mind." he breathed honestly against her skin as if he was ingraining a guilt that would be there every time she fucked someone else that wasn't him. His hand still rubbing roughly between her legs and his lips paused as they came to ear, pulling away so his breath was tickling her skin. "He sees you...but I see through you." his words were practically a threat, his words were loaded, but had no real threat in them. It was how the old Levi worked.

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He continued to touch her for a while after she’d practically begged him to fuck her, finally though he started fucking her roughly. He was incredible and she didn’t want it to end. He was a hundred time more experienced than anyone she’d ever been with, there was no denying that what she felt between them was more than just hooking up or fucking because of how wrong it was. She hated that she felt something with him, because every time she was with his she was terrified it would be the last. It was ridiculous she’d only been with him twice and she already wanted to beg his to leave Alice, she’d never stoop to that level though.

They practically destroyed his office, not to mention they’d both been gone all day and people were going to start wondering where he was and where she’d disappeared to. But, she didn’t want to leave even though she knew she had to. They lay on the couch, she grabbed a cigarette from his pack that sat on the in table next to the couch, before sitting up her bare back facing him as she lit it. She took a long drag off the cigarette and it was silent between the two of them, a comfortable silence.

“I wasn’t alone that night.” She breathed; her voice was a soft whisper. “It’s funny that those cops believed I could kill three grown men all by myself, without so much as getting a single scratch.” She breathed honestly and he was the first person she’d opened up to, she wasn’t sure why she thought he’d even care, but she couldn’t help herself. “I bet it doesn’t say one word about how my father raped and tortured me, but that wasn’t even the worst of it all.” She breathed out a breath of smoke. “I wanted to be artist.” She shrugged, glancing at him over her shoulder.

She let silence fall between them for a long moment because she wasn’t entirely sure how he’d react. In the two years no one had gotten a single thing out of her. Not even Mckaela knew exactly what she’d done or why she’d done it. She wasn’t even sure if he cared as much as he claimed to, but she was honestly exhausted keeping everything to herself for so long, Dr. Harding was the first person she actually trusted, aside from Ricky and she wasn’t even sure she trusted him.

“I’m fucked up, but I’m not stupid.” She breathed, because that’s what everyone seemed to think about her, because she rarely spoke. “There’s a lot about me that would surprise you Dr. Harding, the same way I think there is more to you that Alice refuses to see.” She said simply and it was clear just how smart she was just by the way she spoke and it was clear how much her intelligence was over looked by what they wrote about her in her file.

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"Okay. I'm yours." she moaned clearly wanting him to hurry up and get on with fucking her. "Now are you going to keep talking, or are you going to shut up and fuck me?" she breathed a wicked smirk on her lips, her demanding tone made him raise a brow and it pissed him off enough for him to spin her back to face him and push her roughly against the wall. He pressed his lips to her roughly, kissing her hard, making sure she knew he was the one in control.

He slipped off her pants and her panties and continued to touch her for a long time, playing with her and pushing her until he couldn’t take it anymore and started fucking her roughly. They’d fucked for a long time, when she begged him to stop he pushed her and when he felt like he couldn’t go anymore he pushed himself, until the two of them were too exhausted to go any further. The sex had been incredible it always was and he found that every time he slept with her it got better and he felt less guilty.

He honestly couldn’t wait to get her out of the hospital so they didn’t have to hide or look around every corner to make sure no one was watching them. He could spend weekends with her in a private home, he’d make sure no one knew where it was. He kissed her lips and then her forehead before he pulled his jeans back on and sat down against the wall pulling her down with him. He lit a cigarette and placed it between her lips before lighting on for himself. She was incredible, every single thing about her and he wanted her all to himself.

“Shit.” He breathed out a breath of smoke. “They day you turn eighteen, were outta here.” He said as if making a promise that he’d run away with her. “I took a second job, I’m going to try and get you out of this hospital as soon as I can.” He said taking another long drag off his cigarette. “Unless you’ve changed your mind.” He glanced to her smirk on his lips.

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