Stacey's p.o.v I sat on my bed, in my room while Becky walked back and forth. "Will, you at least look at me?" I asked Softly. She stopped moving and looked at me. "What have you done Stacey?" She yelled on top of her voice. "Keep your voice down," I answered. "No, take him to the mental institution or the damn clinic now!" She screamed. "No I won't, I gave the doctor my word, I am going to take care of him no matter what," I answered. "What?" she asked. "I feel responsible and guilty for hitting him with my car, I put him in that ward, to begin with," I answered seriously. "Yes and you paid for his expenses, he's now okay so let him go," she said with emphasis. "I can't just send him away, he will be all alone in the streets, I'm sure of it," I answ
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