Page 60 of Psychotic Obsession
"Aria, no. Come on," Ewan says, sighing. "I just need to make sure you're okay."
"I have a boyfriend," I say, my palm slapping against the door as I lose my balance, my heart racing from either fear of him, or maybe it's just my usual reaction to being near him. Either way, he needs to leave. "You need to leave, Ewan. Do you know what he will do to you if he finds out you're at my door?"
"I really couldn't give a shit what he does. I just need to know you're okay. Gabriella came to my house. We’re worried about you."
"Yeah? I’m fine. You can go now." I hear him muttering something under his breath. I turn so my back is to the door, sliding down until my ass hits the wooden floor. "I don't need any of you," I whisper, my palms resting on my thighs. "I need the world to leave me alone."
"You didn't pick Jason up today either. But I don’t think it’s a good idea to be around him while you’re like this. You need help, Aria. Let me help you."
My eyes start to water, the suffocating lump forming in my chest rendering me speechless. The room begins to spin, and at this moment, against every single emotion that's rocketing through me, I want to just sleep... I want all these hurtful things going through my head to stop.
"I love Jason," I say, my jaw clenching, trying to hold it together.
"I know you do, Aria."
I feel something hit against the door, the sound of his leather jacket sliding down the opposite side. "Is that what's wrong?"
"Why did you need to hurt me?" I begin to sob, my words barely audible as the tears fall from my eyes, my body shaking as I lose control. "Why would you do that to me? We were happy and you ruined it."
"I'm sorry, Aria. I don't know how to fix this. Please don't cry."
"You're a liar and a cheat," I spit, saliva falling from my mouth, my nose running, the room a total blur. I try to get up, but as I grab the wire to the tall lamp, it falls and the shade smashes across the floor, shattering glass everywhere.
"What was that? Aria, let me in!" I hear him yell, pounding his fist on the wood as I completely fall apart, sobbing with my forehead on the ground, glass impaling my palm. "Aria!”
"I'm fine," I reply in a shaky voice, slowly lifting myself from the ground, grabbing the side table for leverage, my legs shaking. I can see the glass in my hand, but I don't feel any sort of pain. I don't feel anything, to be honest. "If you're here to..." I fall back against the wall, a bloody hand dragging down the white paint. “I have a boyfriend.”
My vision blurs, and my body begins to retch as it attempts to bring up the contents of my empty stomach, bile spilling along the floor.
“Fuck,” I hear him swear.
I drop to my knees just as Ewan kicks the door open, falling into his arms face first before entering a dark void.
Struggling to open my eyes,I'm met with my usual morning hangover, a bucket half full of water and vomit next to my bed. A glass of ice and a breakfast roll sits on my bedside unit, the first aid kit lying open.
I wince as I reach for the glass, my hand bandaged up. "What the hell?" I groan to myself, looking around the room and pausing when someone sits up from the chair.
"Hey," I hear Ewan's voice and I scream, covering my fully dressed body with my blanket. He raises his hands, gulping deeply enough that I see his throat bobbing. "Woah, woah, woah, Aria. You’re okay. I didn't know what else to do."
The view of him standing at the foot of my bed with messy hair and baggy eyes, has me remembering last night. I gasp, my eyes widening. "What did you do to me?" I feel fear,immensefear building around me. My hairs raise and goosebumps cover my skin as he takes a step closer, confused at my reaction to him.
Tobias is the only one who can keep me safe. Not him. He only breaks my heart and makes me this way.
"Aria, baby. You need to listen to me. You?—"
"No! Don’t call me that!" I interrupt him before he can continue, rushing to the other side of the bed as he nears, my breathing erratic. "You're dangerous. You're the threat."
Defeated, he drops his hands and backs himself to the bay window, sitting down on the chair again. He sighs, running his tattooed hand through his dark hair. "I don't know why you think that. I*’ve never been a threat to you."
"You make me like this," I add. “You want to hurt me.”
"All I'm trying to do is help you," he replies, leaning forward so his elbows rest on his knees. "I slept on the chair beside your bed to make sure you were okay."
"You shouldn't have bothered helping me. I don’t need you here."
He huffs, standing. "Then you would have choked on your own sick. Is that what you want?" I shrug at him, and he narrows his eyes. "What the fuck is going on with you?"
Shaking my head, I stare down at myself. My palm is covered in a bandage. "Did you do this?"
