Page 48 of Breaking Sanity (Hell’s Asylum #1)

I stand by the door in the dining hall, watching all the girls eat and converse.

Well, if I am being honest, I am watching Alley laugh and talk with her friends.

She has been doing well for the most part.

Minimal trips to solitary and after her and Melanie’s fight, think it’s safe to say that they are avoiding each other for now.

Melanie still likes to try to provoke her by tripping her and elbowing her, stupid high school bully shit. Never did care for it then and sure as shit don’t now, but props to my Little Monster that she has been controlling her anger by not flat out socking her. She gets her jabs in, though.

Yesterday, Mel tripped Alley on the way to breakfast. The dumb bitch did it in front of Gunner too, which is super risky.

Man is a fucking psychotic hellhound when it comes to others touching her, unless of course it’s Baron or Nik and Caine.

I am surprised that he didn’t snap Mel’s neck when Alley went crashing to the floor.

On the other hand, Alley can handle herself and would have probably yelled at him or some shit like that.

He knows better than anyone what Ms. Independent is like when someone offers help, so instead of acting on impulse he lets Alley pick herself off the ground.

“No matter how hard you try, I’ll never fall for you Mel,” Alley laughs, dusting herself off and shooting her an evil grin.

“No, you just fall for what’s not yours,” Mel snapped.

“I haven’t fallen for anyone here,” Alley retorts. “Can’t blame me for Nik losing interest in you.”

“Nik will come to his senses, pig,” she huffs.

“So that train the guards run on your overused pussy has sent you to delulu land?” Alley smirks.

I, and another guard, Reggie, held Melanie back from trying to tackle her, but again thank God for the masks because I was smiling like an idiot. Gunner laughed at her comment and didn’t even try to hide his amusement. He simply agreed, escorting Alley to the mess hall.

From my station by the kitchen doors, I watch as Alley leans to whisper in Piper’s ear causing the young girl to giggle and hide her reddening face.

Annie just shakes her head smiling when Alley whispers in hers.

The three of them do this a lot. Not only here but also in the day room and when Nik allows Piper to hang out in Annie’s room with Alley.

I’m proud of her for building her own circle. The others gravitate towards her but keep their distance, especially when she faces off against Vaughn.

It seems like an easy-going night until Alley goes to throw away the trash on her tray and Logan sneaks up behind her.

He places one hand on her hip and covers her back with his front.

I see his head lower but nothing more than that.

Logan is about my height with overly muscular arms. It’s like if you took the arms off a gorilla and put them on Shaggy from Scooby-Doo.

“What the actual fuck,” Vaughn says, coming up next to me.

“I’m not sure but if he doesn’t remove his hand from her, Gunner will.”

Or I fucking will.

“He’ll be here in two minutes, so let's see how this plays out,” he chuckles. I could undoubtedly put my knife through Logan’s skull right now and my other through Vaughn’s. I get what he is to me but seriously. I don’t think anyone would fault me for it.

Luckily, the soon to be handless Logan releases Alley and starts to walk back to his post. That is until Alley breaks her tray over his head, then picks up one of the chairs and starts beating him with it.

“You mother fucker,” she screams as we scramble to grab her.

It took Vaughn, Gunner, Nik, Baron, and myself to pull her off him.

Vaughn and Nik rushed Logan to medical while Baron and myself along with Eagle got everything calmed down and back to normal.

I have to say that when Alley is blackout pissed, she has the strength of mighty mouse, but I don’t recommend calling her that.

“Good morning ladies,” Baron greets, gesturing for them to sit on the couch.

His eerily calm demeanour is back and given what is displayed on his desk, that’s not a good sign.

Though I don’t think this is for Annie, since the poor girl has no eyes or tongue to speak.

No this is for Alley, which can only mean Baron is playing a game here, but I am not sure what it is.

What does that fucker know that we don’t?

Alley loops her arm in Annie’s and helps her sit.

At first Annie never let Alley help her.

From the notebook we collected from Annie, she felt that Alley was taking pity on her so it pissed her off.

Vaughn one time called her out on it, and Alley put him in his place real quick.

The worst part was that she did it in front of everyone, and she paid the price for it.

3 weeks ago

“You taking pity on these girls isn’t going to change anything,” Vaughn says, ripping Annie from Alley’s grasp. He shoves Annie to the ground behind him and steps into Alley’s space. She doesn’t back down ever so per usual she steps into him.

“I don’t pity them, Princess,” she bites. “We are in this together and yes, they can do things themselves but that doesn’t mean they have to. There is nothing wrong with leaning on someone when you feel like you can’t anymore!”

“Fucking pathetic,” he spits, walking away.

“The only pathetic one here is you, Vaughn. You don’t even deserve pity. You deserve to be rotting in hell along with whoever stole your soul,” she shouts at his back. “If you even had one to begin with.”

With the quickness of Baron, Vaughn is on her within seconds. He slams her against the closest table pinning her to it by her throat.

“Let this be your last fucking warning, Alley, keep pushing and you will end up spending the next eight years tied to my bed. I have an arsenal of methods to get you to comply and trust me you will break within the first twenty four hours,” he threatens, while cutting off all her oxygen.

He leans down to speak to her but it’s low enough that she is the only one who hears him.

When he stands at his full height, her lips are starting to turn blue.

Instead of just letting her go and walking away, Vaughn throws her onto the ground making sure she lands lopsided on the metal chair, taking it down with her as well.

Stay down. Please for the love of God, stay down and shut the fuck up!

Because I have absolutely no luck and this woman is the bane of my existence, she gets to her feet coughing. Once that subsides, she starts to maniacally laugh.

“Your threats are empty. I am and never will be yours, Princess.”

“We will see about that, Little One.” The smile that spreads on Vaughn’s face has a chill running up my spine.

I start to convince myself that it’s nothing until my eyes clash with Nik’s.

The skin that is showing is pale, well more than usual, and his eyes are wide with panic.

In case I am hallucinating I blink a few times, which does nothing as Nik is still standing there with the same panicked eyes.

Baron stands near him, assessing his reaction before turning to observe Vaughn as he exits out to the garden.

The door gently closes, and Baron’s eyes turn murderous.

His body language morphs from relaxed to coiled with hatred, which for him to display that type of reaction means something is seriously wrong.

Baron faces Alley, directing all that anger at her.

His hands are rolled into tight fists and he looks like he is about to charge.

God fucking dammit!!

“Annie, how did you sleep last night,” Baron asks, bringing me back to this soon to be shit show. Annie gives him a thumbs down.

“My apologies, last night got more out of hand than it needed to be.”

He sits on the coffee table placing one of his enormous hands on her shaky one.

Seeing him touch her has Alley scooting closer to Annie, almost sitting on top of her.

Unfortunately, I can only see the back of Baron’s head, and it’s tilted at Alley.

Based on her eyes turning into slits, I would say he is giving her the one warning to behave.

Alley reluctantly moves to the side of the couch, making room for him to sit in between them.

“Now, you know what today is, Annie,” He asks with fake sadness that makes Alley roll her eyes. She knows that he doesn’t actually have sympathy for her. Shit, we all know he honestly doesn’t give two flying fucks about these women. But it’s a mind game, giving them a false sense of security.

Annie nods in response.

“Well then, this will be our last session,” he sighs, picking up the notebook and pen off the coffee table, handing it to Annie. “I need you to let me know who helped you try to kill Sir?”

Baron stands up and starts to move back to his desk. Alley sits up straight, staring at Annie but she gives no reaction besides visibly shaking more.

“Baron,” Alley says standing, her eyes growing wide as she scans the items on his desk. Annie searches before she is able to grab Alley’s hand and squeezes. Alley lets out a deep sigh and shakes her head.

“Yes, Alley,” Baron eyes her while sharpening the filleting knife.

“That’s not necessary.” She points to his hand. “She wants to tell you.”

“Is that so,” he asks, as Annie nods furiously.

“And I will speak on her behalf,” Alley continues. “But I have a condition.” Annie practically strangles her hand at her last part.

“Which is?”

“She gets a swift death.” Her eyes are turning glossy. “Not whatever the fuck this is.”

“I cannot approve that as Annie is not mine,” he simply states.

Annie yanks Alley back onto the couch and cups her cheeks.

She places her forehead on Alley’s and just nods.

I can tell Alley is on the verge of fighting.

From the sessions I have sat in with Annie, it seems she has made her peace.

Knowing Alley, she’ll reluctantly respect that. She did it for Libby.

“Baron,” Alley sniffs. “Get your brothers in here minus Carson.”

“Alley, you don’t get to make demands,” he says, clenching his jaw, dropping the knife from even the devil’s worst nightmares onto the desk.

“Baron,” she pleads, coming to his side. “You guys will get the whole story, but he can’t be here. It’s not for me, it’s for her. Please Baron.”

“Get on your knees when you beg, Kukla,” he orders, the seductive undertone more than apparent. Lifting his hand to stroke her pulse point, Alley slowly lowers to her knees while maintaining eye contact.

“Please Baron,” she angrily begs as tears trickle down her cheeks. Baron simply smiles as he sits in his office chair.

“Such a good girl,” he praises while rubbing his thumb back and forth on her bottom lip. The scene reminds me of the old photo I used to have of her on the hidden phone.

“Please Baron,” she repeats as more tears trail down. He brings out his phone and shoots out a quick text before placing it face down on the desk.