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at the agitated guy in the corner scrawling in a ratty journal, the seat next to him housed one of his feet instead of a visitor.
    “Just some guy,” Elle pulled away from Pauly’s grip.
    “Some guy that you’d rather stare at than talk to me. If you want I can go. I wouldn’t want to take up your precious time.” Pauly flexed his jaw growing a bit rigid.
    “Do whatever you want, Pauly.” Elle snapped. “Since when are you so grouchy?”
    Pauly ran a hand across his buzzed head, his eyes softened as he looked at her. “I’m sorry. I just really wish you weren’t here. I wish you were home with all of us. I miss being around you.”
    She stiffened at his words. Avoiding his warm brown eyes that at one time made her feel safe and happy.
    “Well, we know that’s not going to happen anytime soon. So maybe you should finally accept that.” She jerked away before he could grab her hand and try to comfort her.
    Pauly pressed his palms into the table and stood up. He pursed his lips avoiding what he wanted to say and left without even a goodbye.
    Elle’s heart slowed to a more normal beat. She dropped her head down on the table, pressing her face against the cool wood. She stared at her hand, wiggling one finger at a time.
    A rush of air blew strands of her hair softly against her face as Hart’s journal hit the table. He to ok Pauly’s spot.
    “He didn’t look happy.”
    Her silence was his cue to try again.
    “Trouble in paradise?”
    She raised her head, her eyes falling on his smug lips. “That’s because he’s not happy. Nobody is. The only one who seems to enjoy being in this place is you.” Her head thudded against the tabletop.
    “I’ve been in worse places, believe me this isn’t so bad.” He followed the length of her hair across the table watching her play dead or whatever it was she was doing. “So, what does he think he can do for you?”
    “What do you mean?” Her blue eyes locked with his. And she shot him a dirty look.
    “Usually they all think they have the magic answer to fix you. Or know what’s wrong.” He flicked his fingers across his journal. “So what do you think wise guy wants for you?”
    She let out a puff of air. “Why do you ask so many questions?”
    “Why do you avoid answering them?” His eyebrow lifted.
    “Because it doesn’t matter.” S he sat up and moved closer. “And as for questions, I have one for you. Why doesn’t anyone visit you?”
    He studied the table, plucking away at his journal almost incessantly. “They know the drill. I think they got tired of coming down here. It’s not a big deal so don’t feel sorry for me or anything.”
    She slid her hand across the table and stopped just before his journal. “Who said anything about feeling sorry for you?”
    “Oh I’m sorry; I forgot you’re the mean uncaring new girl. You wouldn’t feel sorry for anyone that walked through these doors.” He pulled his journal closer, watching her retreat. “And hands off my journal, you have your own.”
    “I’m sure there’s nothing good in it anyways. I just wanted to see if you would guard it with your life.” Elle stood up as the light flashed. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
    Hart grinned shoving his chair and worked his way around the table keeping his eye on Elle.
    “I’ll make you a deal,” he said looking down at her as they walked down the hallway. “Every time you answer one of my questions I’ll answer one of yours. Until then, it’s all off limits.”
    She stopped at her room watching him strut past her doorway. “Wow, it’s that easy to keep you from talking to me?”
    He winked at her taking off to his own room.

Chapter 9
     
    Elle sat on her bed staring at her journal. She didn’t know what to write, where to begin, or even how to say what she felt. Dr. Jon recommended she try voicing her feelings on paper. He said it would give her a positive release.
    She tapped her pencil against the pages letting out a sigh.
    “It gets