Page 65 of Psychotic Obsession
"Um...I went to see Jason," I reply quietly, reaching Jason's room, peeking through the space between the door frame.
I hear him huffing in irritation. "Where?"
Whispering, I keep my eyes on Jason as Ewan kneels next to his bed, running his hand through his dark locks. "Ewan's."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" His aggressive tone has me shutting my eyes momentarily, and I open them to look at Ewan, watching his soft features while he tucks in his son, kissing his forehead. "That guy is a snake, Aria. You need to run, right now."
“He’s just looking out for me. I don’t feel good.”
Silence follows, and I pull the phone away to see if he's still there.
"Tobias?" I say his name, tiptoeing down the hallway and down the stairs, the dogs following at my feet.
“How do you feel?” he asks.
“Dizzy,” I reply, my knees wobbling. "I'm leaving now."
"Yes, you fucking are. What else did he do to you? Did he touch you?"
"Of course not," I reply, and he slams his fist down on something.
"Goddammit, Aria, can't you see what he's doing to us? Did he give you something? Did you drink something?"
I lick my dry lips. “Water.”
“Fuck,” he spits. “He’s drugged you, Aria. Get the fuck out of the house.”
"Stop," I whimper. “He wouldn’t do that to me.”
“Wouldn’t he? You broke up with him, and he’s got you in his goddamn house. You drank some water and now you don’t feel good.”
“Stop,” I whisper, a tear sliding down my cheek because there’s a huge possibility he’s telling the truth. Why would Tobias lie to me?
He continues, each word dragging those dark feelings to the forefront of my brain. "He's the threat, Aria. Remember that. He wants to own you and will do anything to get you there with him. Get the fuck out of that house right now. Run."
"He's the threat," I say, repeating it over and over again, freezing at the front door as I hear Ewan.
“Aria?”
Shivers run through my entire body, and I nearly drop the phone when I hear him say my name again.
My heart begins to race as I hang up on Tobias, and my eyes widen as I turn around. He tilts his head at my stance, furrowing his brows. "What's wrong?"
He planned this; he knew I'd need to come to him to see Jason and made me drink that water. Tobias is right. I need to run.
"Talk to me. What’s wrong?"
Ewan steps towards me, and quickly, I spin on my heels, throwing the door open and sprinting as fast as I can while I ignore him calling my name.
I know he can't follow me with Jason in bed–he's not that irresponsible.
My sock-covered feet pound the floor as I run, hearing Ewan yelling in the distance. I take a left down the sidewalk and cross the street, a car nearly crashing into me and swerving last second.
I fall onto my knees and get back up, falling again, realizing whatever Ewan gave me is rushing through my system, and I’m weak. I don’t think I felt this way before. Did I? This is Ewan who made me like this.
Ewan drugged me.
The burning feeling of betrayal has me vomiting on the ground in the middle of the road just as someone reaches me. Large hands move my hair from my face as I continue to empty my stomach.
