Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 7

Lana's POV:

"Go on. Kiss me."

The words had barely even left my mouth before lips came crashing down onto mine, muffling the sounds of surprise I quietly emitted.

The kiss was aggressive, angry, almost like Ratched was taking out her frustration on my lips. Mildred's slender fingers tightened around my throat. I should be terrified that the life was going to be drained from me, but I felt the complete opposite. Excited, thrilled, I wanted Mildred to squeeze harder until the simple task of breathing became too much of an effort for me. Not kill me exactly, but come close to.

Mildred's hand rose to join her other around my throat, and I smiled into the kiss. My heart thumped crazily inside my chest. Then Mildred tightened her grip, which began to drive me crazy. But then she was squeezing too hard, thumbs pressing against my windpipe, almost crushing it and I was clawing at her hands, leaving harsh scratches as each claw became more frantic when I realised that this had gone too far. I was staring into the eyes of the devil, an evil grin resting upon her face.

"You're going to regret ever stepping foot into Lucia State." Mildred sneered. The wicked glint in her eyes was the last thing I saw before everything went dark.

The brunette shot up in bed, a hand flying to her chest as she panted heavily. What the fuck was that? Lana didn't know whether to be turned on or terrified. That was the first time she'd had a dream like that, intimacy quickly turned to violence. Why was she dreaming of Mildred at all? A light sheen of sweat coated her forehead and her heart was pumping violently beneath her chest. It was dark outside and she still had a couple hours until she had to be at work, but there was no way she was going back to sleep after that.

Unrelated to her dream, she also had a dreadful hangover which she suspected would happen due to the amount of alcohol she had consumed the previous night, and for a moment she considered phoning in sick to work. But then thought better of it, it would only give Nurse Ratched more ammunition to get her fired. The older woman was gunning for her, so from now on Lana had to be on her best behaviour. Losing this job before she'd even begun wasn't an option for her.

The brunette reluctantly dragged herself out of bed, barely able to lift her head. This was one of the reasons Lana hardly drank. Her head was pounding, and she just about made it to the bathroom before she violently threw up into the toilet.

Lana's body slumped against the bathroom door, as she dabbed at her mouth with a washcloth. The dream, or nightmare she'd just awoken from playing on repeat in her mind like a broken record. Something told Lana that what happened in her dream was definitely an act that Mildred was more than capable of.

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"Good morning, Nurse Ratched." Lana attempted a sickly sweet smile. The image of the older nurse with her hands wrapped firmly around Lana's throat was still burned into her brain. Of course the older woman just ignored her, mumbling to her about hurrying up because Dr Hanover was going to be demonstrating something called a lobotomy.

A lobotomy? Whatever it was didn't sound good. But of course Lana didn't argue, nipping at Nurse Ratched's heels as she was led to the auditorium.

As she sat waiting patiently for the demonstration to begin, her mind wandered back to the altercation she had encountered with the older nurse. Lana took a sneaky glance at the older woman who had her gaze fixed straight ahead, so she took this is an opportunity to study her. Could this woman really be capable of murder?