Felix knew he had to be patient in waiting for Jasmine to bring him his food but his growling stomach was really beginning to make him impatient. That man had not allowed him to come to the kitchen saying that Jasmine would bring him food when it was ready. Pacing the room, he sighed as he wondering what was taking Jasmine so long. It wasnâ€™t like her to take long to do something, especially if it was something she liked, he couldnâ€™t help but be a little worried. Outside of his room there was more yelling, presumably Laveen, which drew his attention away from being hungry. A horrible feeling suddenly formed in the pits of his stomach that told him the caretakers of the house were being mean to him again. Having experienced enough of it at the asylum he had been able to just tune it out eventually but there was just something about Laveenâ€™s yelling that was just downright unsettling to him.<br/><br/>When he heard someone coming towards his room he looked towards the door, wondering if it was Jasmine he had been prepared to smile, when he saw it was just that bitch Jenny he frowned. His frown turned to a scowl when she mentioned him not making a mess. â€œI wasnâ€™t making a mess,â€ he told her in a calm yet dark tone.<br/><br/>When she threw the pillow at the desk he tensed up flinched a little and then flicked a sharp gaze her way, looking back to the pillow again, then to her once more. That would be quite enough of that, he thought to himself, feeling his blood beginning to boil. His bad temper was one of the reasons he was on medication and with this being an emotional day for him it was not a good idea to try him. He smiled at her suddenly, taking a few steps towards her. He refused to be her punching bag. This woman, who was supposed to take care of Laveen but was mean to him, who would not allow Jasmine to see Laveen for whatever reason, was now deciding to get under his skin. He has seen more than enough of that bullshit in the asylum: they would try to put things in his and the other inmatesâ€™ head he knew were not real and sometimes those who were weaker believed it.<br/><br/>It really was frustrating how cruel people were sometimes.<br/><br/>Even though he had a bad temper he was usually in control of it so he didn't lose it like this often, medication helped, but he did not come out of one tense and controlling environment just to be thrown into another. â€œYou know it seems you like to throw things as much as I do so that means weâ€™re both guilty of making a mess. I think itâ€™s pretty hilarious since you were hired to clean the house, or so Iâ€™ve been told anyway, and yet you throw things and stomp around like youâ€™re so fucking important. Hasnâ€™t anyone told you violence isnâ€™t always the way to solve your problems?â€ Felix smirked at her and straightened his posture. Without warning he swiftly lunged for her and put his hands around her throat. â€œAnd, silly me, I donâ€™t always follow my own advice, especially when pissed offâ€¦ Because whatâ€™s even more wrong than using violence to solve your problems is treating someone thatâ€™s sick like trash and not letting them get better.â€<br/><br/>The desk had been kicked out of the way slightly from the attack and out of the corner of his eye Felix noticed something odd about the wall behind it. Looking closely, he noticed that there seemed to be something off about the wallpaper and it looked like that part of the wall could be removed in some way or another. To say the least it was very interesting. He would have to look into it once he was finished dealing with this bitch. Why would you not want someone who is sick to recover? Why did he get the feeling that he was a huge key in getting this all sorted out, the one to help Laveen recover, and that he had to find that secret?