I wanted to stay with Vidal. But this was scary. I didn't want to go through the creepy machine. It was going to shock me, I just knew it. He was warm and he was nice. He hadn't hit me yet. But I still didn't trust him. Everything felt fake, like a trick.

When we reached the machine he started trying to put me down. Which was where I drew the line. I was trying to cooperate. I wanted to go with him, not a new creepy place with scary new people. I knew him, and I wanted to get used to him.

Even if he was going to use me for sex and hurt me, maybe I could be a good enough girl that he wouldn't do those things to me very often. Maybe if I told him I wasn't ready to have sex he would wait. He had let me choose not to eat when I didn't want to, so I felt like maybe there was the slightest chance that life with him would be ok.

"Kiara. Let go." He said, trying to pry my hands off him. "I promise as soon as it's over, I'll hold you again."

He was about to lose it. I could tell, which is exactly why I clung to him more. He wanted me to get onto this bed and then they were going to shock me with electricity like in that chair. He said he didn't know about what happened to me until he read that paper, but he could easily be lying. Now I was sure he was done with me and my scared behaviour. He was going to hurt me, I knew it.

The other people in the room were trying to pull me off him as well, and I just couldn't handle it. I let out a loud scream, my heart clenching at the sound. I felt like it was over. I'd really messed up now. They all backed of for a second. Probably not expecting me to scream like that.

"Hey! No one touch her, just back off." Vidal said, sitting down on the bed and pulling me into his lap. He held me tightly and rocked me back and forth.

"It's ok. I'm right here. You don't have a choice though Kiara, ok? I'll make them all leave and back off, but you have to let me go and you need to lay still. It's going to pull you into there and there's going to be a scary sound, but you're not going to get hurt." He said to me.

I felt like I could trust what he was saying. But every time I trusted someone before, I ended up getting severely hurt. I don't want that. I just wanted to go back to that room and be in bed with bunny. Maybe I could even have some more kiwis.

"Come on. Just... I don't know how to get through to you, Kiwi... I swear, I won't ever let anything hurt you, ok?" He said to me. "Will you please be patient for me? Trust me just this once?"

The thing was, it only took one time for this all to blow up and for me to end up powerless and chained up somewhere again.

"Lay down over here for me and I swear to you as soon as it's over, everything will go back to the way it was when we were in your hospital room. You have only two more appointments today and you can do those in my lap." He told me.

I looked into his eyes. They were pretty. Maybe I could trust him just this once. Maybe I could figure out a way to get help if things went wrong. I just didn't want to lose him even though I didn't trust him. Because for once, someone cared about how I felt about things. If I got too scared he actually stopped and talked me through things. That was new and I liked it. I couldn't lose the one nice person I'd ever met in my whole life. I just couldn't.

So I reluctantly loosened my grip on him and he slowly set me down on the uncomfortable bed. I liked the other bed better. He leaned down and kissed my forehead.

"Don't move, ok? It's gonna make a loud sound, just don't move. I'm right outside and the second it's over, I'll be back." He said, his voice sounded sincere. His eyes didn't look like he was lying.

I wanted to trust him and I was wishing for him not to betray this tiny little smidgen of trust that I'd given him.

Everything went exactly as he'd explained. It pulled me in and there was a very, very loud and scary sound, but I just didn't move, then it pulled me right back out and he came rushing into the room, scooping me up again.

He didn't lie.

He told me exactly what would happen and didn't trick me.

I felt a little more comfortable listening to him now. I felt like I could trust him better. It could still all be a trick. He could be waiting for me to trust him completely so he could hurt me worse. I really didn't know. I just felt a little bit better now.

We went to two more appointments after that one, but I didn't have to get into anymore machines. There was just another doctor there who tried to touch me and check if I was healthy apparently. Vidal held me and he didn't seem to like other people touching me. He kept blocking the doctors hands and asking him if he could do it instead because I was uncomfortable.

Things were just so different with Vidal and I was still really confused and kind of scared.

After those two appointments we went back to my hospital room and he let me just hold Bunny after they put the needle in my hand again.

He held me and he wrote stuff down in papers and made phone calls. He was busy all day with those papers and he didn't seem to have time to hit me, even if he wanted to, so I was a little more relaxed around him.

I fell asleep against his chest. Which was weird, because sleeping had never been so easy in my life. Usually, I'd have nightmares, or see scary things in the dark. But this time, it wasn't even dark, there was a lamp on beside us and Vidal was still writing things and flipping through the papers. He was very focused. I was relaxed because I knew he wouldn't hurt me when he had so much to do.

The next morning, I woke up to find him sitting in the same position as before, but I wasn't in his arms anymore. I was laying on the bed. I slowly and silently crawled towards him and then launched myself at him, hugging him tightly as I whimpered and cried.

It was scary to think that if I wasn't attached to him, he could turn around and lash out at me. I wasn't sure if he liked or hated me. I knew he got frustrated when I didn't listen and I was honestly pushing it. I was acting like a brat. I always did. I complained too much and it got me in trouble.

He continued with the phone calls and all throughout the morning he had Rico coming in and out with new papers and stuff for him. The Rico man was easier to accept than the other people. Because he didn't seem to have any sort of interest in my existence, he seemed to be more concerned about Vidal.

After that, Vidal was able to relax from all the writing. I didn't know if he'd slept at all, but he looked very tired. We went to several appointments which had me exhausted from all the crying and fighting.

Then we were finally able to return to the room. He put all the papers down and then he laid back on the bed with me still sitting on his lap.

I still didn't know how I was meant to live with this big muscular man. It was too intimidating to me.

Soon enough, the Rico man came back and he gave Vidal a paper.

"This is her discharge paper, she's all clear. She just needs those medications that I gave you the papers for." Rico said to him.

"It's not signed." Vidal sighed as he looked at the discharge paper.

"You need two signatures before a doctor can sign. You need to see a lawyer, you need to go to the police station and get an officer to sign off on it and you need a psychiatrist to sign as well. Then she's discharged." Rico explained, which meant I had lots of appointments and lots of people to see.

"Alright, seems easy enough." Vidal said.

"But in order to get all those signatures, you'll need to get all her documentation gathered and present it to them all. You need to become her caregiver in order for them not to take her away." Rico said.

"Alright. One last doctor's appointment, Kiwi." Vidal smiled at me. His smile was very pretty.

"Ok, want me to take that IV out?" Rico asked.

"Let's go see the doctor, he's gonna check if you're ok. Then we're gonna try to get you home, ok?" Vidal asked me.

I didn't say anything, I just clutched his shirt tightly. I wish I had soft clothes like him. But it's ok, I had a soft bunny.

"You wanna take your bunny with us?" He asked me. I took Bunny from his hand and I held him tightly to my chest.

He chuckled, making his chest vibrate and my entire body vibrated too. It was weird, but kind of cool. It was warm in his arms like this. I liked it. But I was still scared he would hurt me. Beggars can't be choosers though, so at least he wasn't hurting me yet.

"Alright. Uncle Rico is gonna take these things out of your hand and then I'm going to take you to the other doctor." Vidal told me.

I didn't care though. As long as no one hurt me.

I couldn't stop the trembling. I couldn't trust anyone, they could all hurt me at any moment. I was petrified. But at least I could be warm with Vidal.

Uncle Rico looked confused when he saw me cuddled up to Vidal. Every single time he saw me like this, he seemed confused, but I didn't mean for this to happen. Vidal grabbed me and now I'm too scared that someone will hurt me if I don't stay with him.

If I'm in his arms, he doesn't let anyone touch me and he doesn't hurt me because hurting me while I cling to him isn't exactly easy.

"Where are you going to take her?" Rico asked.

"I'm taking her home." Vidal said.

"Where?" Rico asked.

"The cabin I built on the Island. I'm going to try to get permission from the psychiatrist and the police to just be her permanent caregiver." Vidal said.

"Like... what are you going on about, Vidal? I don't get it.... you can barely care for yourself and if what you want is a relationship, think a little harder about this. She's not in a state to be in any sort of romantic relationship with anyone." Uncle Rico said.

I didn't like that they were talking about me. I didn't really even know what they were saying. I felt hot tears stream down my face. I just felt like an object in all these people's lives. I didn't like being talked about while I was right there in front of them.

"Shh... no, I've got you. I'm sorry, you don't want us to talk about you?" Vidal asked, guessing what was wrong with me.

I curled up further and hid my face with his shirt.

"Sorry about that, Little One." Uncle Rico said.

There was nothing to do but curl up with Vidal and hope for the best. I would be of no use to myself if I shut down. So I just let him carry me away once the needle thing was out of my hand.