Page 97 of Psycho

What the fuck was she doing to me?

And what the fuck was she doing in the bathroom for so long… hiding away from me…

From all that we’d done?

Fuck me, but I didn’t know. All I knew was, there was no fucking way I would be leaving that girl alone now.

There was no fucking way she would ever escape me, not unless one of those stupid fuckers out there did good on their promise and killed me.

Unluckily for her, I wasn’t easy to kill.

No, she sealed her fate when she reacted to me so fucking beautifully.

When she came in my arms… when she kissed me back…

I would be it for her.

The focus of her universe.

The only fucking man who would possess her so completely, her day would start and end with me.

I could feel my blood rushing through my body from the thought of my possession over her.

She belonged to me and only me. I would burn the both of us in the fire of my own destruction before I would ever let her go—or let her belong to anyone else.

Giving her time away from me had been a fucking mistake.

Not killing Garrett Jones when he decided to sniff around her was my first mistake with her.

But that would never happen again.

If I was a fucking monster in her nightmare, it would still behernightmare.

She was going to own me as completely as I owned her.

I stilled and watched for her when the bathroom door clicked open.

She came out with a towel wrapped around her small body, avoiding my gaze and moving to the bedroom, closing it gently behind her.

I stared at the spot she had just vacated, wondering if she would be hiding out in the room for the rest of the day.

It was still early in the day.

The sun was hours from setting, and I had taken the entire day off to be with her, though technically, I didn’t really have a day off.

With what I did, I was out of the house at all sorts of hours of the day and night.

She opened the door, then walked out, dressed in a pair of leggings and another t-shirt that was big on her slight frame.

Her eyes were directed down at the floor as she came out, looking unsure. The look didn’t suit her well, and I wanted to go up to her and lift her chin until she showed me her green eyes.

I might not be able to read her mind as well as I would have liked, but at least when she looked at me, I had some inkling. Here, her face was downcast, and I didn’t know what to do about it.

She went over and sat down next to me, leaving some space between us.

I watched her for a beat before I reached out, grabbed the TV remote, and turned the TV on.

Her head turned to me, her eyes widening a little in surprise. I settled on a movie I didn’t know the name of or what it was about, but Lainey seemed to, because she turned her attention back to the screen and gradually settled more into the cushion.

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