Page 74 of Psychotic Obsession
"You needed help. I was just?—"
"No! You have fucked my life up so badly, the last thing I need is your help. I just spent days in the hospital trying to flush all of it out of my system."
He stays silent, and rage builds up around me so intensely, I throw my hand at him, slapping him hard enough that his face jerks to the side, his glasses falling to the ground.
Taking in deep, heavy breaths, I try to stay calm as his eyes darken, narrowing to slits as he turns his face to me. He backs me against the wall of the underpass, crushing his glasses under his shoe as his nostrils flare with fury.
"I deserved that," he says, making me flinch as he tucks my hair behind my ear. "But if you ever hit me again..." He leans in, his mouth inches from mine. "I won't let it slide. I’ll cage you forthe rest of your life and feed you my cock." He presses his lips to my forehead, my eyes fluttering shut for a moment. "We need to go."
"I'm not going anywhere with you," I say as he turns, causing him to freeze in his steps. "You can't drug me, leave me tied to a bed, mess with my life, then expect me to just forgive you."
"I gave you those pills to help you, Aria. You were stressed out, and it was the only thing I could think of to help." He huffs, impatiently tilting his head to a car parked under a streetlight in the distance. "Move."
“Gabriella said the medication was yours. Is that right?”
The silence is killing me. He’s not even looking at me as he tries to stay calm.
"Say it to my face, Tobias. Say you drugged me with it. Clozapine is an antipsychotic medication for?—"
"I know what they are." Interrupting me abruptly, he blows out his cheeks, watching me. “I know what they fucking are.”
I cross my arms in front of me, my fear washed away by the building anger, that annoying part of me battling with my mind to just go with him. "Were they yours?"
I don’t know why I so badly need a confession, maybe to make myself feel better and not question what everyone else is saying. I need him to admit that he’s a bad person. It would make it easier to leave him.
"If I tell you, will you hurry up and get in the fucking car?" I watch as he chews on his bottom lip in frustration, his nose scrunching up. "They didn't work on me and it's because I'mnotsick, Aria. There's nothing wrong with me and there's not a thing that you, my parents, or any fucking doctor says will change that."
"You drugged your own girlfriend, Tobias. You swapped them with my birth control pill just so?—"
"No, I didn't. Why would I switch them with your fucking pill?" he questions me, taking a few steps until he's in front of me again. "You were drinking heavily. I covered every bottle you bought, right down to the milk, coffee filters. I had to pretend I had gone home so you wouldn't notice."
My jaw tenses, my twitchy hand trying its best not to slap him again. "And you claim you're not sick? Do you know what happens when you drink alcohol with that type of medication?"
"Of course I do. Why do you think I wasn't drinking before?" he replies, shrugging.
"Are you kidding me?" I yell, shoving his chest once more, causing him to back away. "I'm done. Stay the hell away from me."
I turn away from him, storming down the path as he catches up to me, circling his arm around my waist. "Let me explain," he says breathlessly, resting his forehead on my shoulder while I slap his hands, giving up after a long minute. "Don't leave."
With a trembling lip and tears falling down my cheeks, I place my hands over his on my waist, interlacing our fingers so I can pull his arms away from me. I turn to him, watching him chew on the inside of his cheek as he blinks rapidly. "I’m still dizzy and my migraine won’t go away, and my blood pressure is so low. And it’s all your fault.”
"I was helping you," he repeats, this time quietly. My eyes shut as the words fall from his mouth as if they are nothing, my heart accelerating. "I meant it when I said everything I'm doing is for you." His palms press against the sides of my face, and he dips his head until the tips of our noses touch. "I love you, Aria. I will doanythingfor you."
"But you can't," I sob, dropping my head to his chest as I allow the flood of tears to fall. "You can't love me the way I need you to.” I wrap my arm around him, and he holds the back ofmy head as silence hangs between us. “You don’t hurt people you love the way you’ve hurt me.”
My body shakes in his arms, trying to distract him with my tears while I attempt to get my phone from his back pocket, failing as he pulls us apart and grabs my hand.
"Come with me." He looks hopeful, lifting my hand to his mouth and kissing my knuckles. "I won't force you, but if you're coming, we need to leave now, or we'll miss it."
I’m not sure of what he’s capable of, and because a toxic side of me likes seeing him again, I don’t push him away when he presses his lips to mine, kissing him back as I feel myself sinking against his body.
I’m a traitor to myself. I woke up next to a sleeping Ewan earlier and felt safe. Now, I’m wrapped up in a psychopath who just drugged me and got me pregnant, and I’m letting him kiss me.
"Miss what?" I ask against his mouth, his fingers lacing through my hair.
He doesn't reply. He just holds my small body against his large frame, towering over me as his tongue rolls along mine, kissing me hard. I groan into his mouth, feeling his teeth nip my bottom lip before pulling away.
"If we get the boat to Ireland, no one will find us." I stare at him in disbelief, holding my breath as he nods at me, agreeing with himself. "Yeah, that way, no one can stop us from being together. Don't you see what they're all doing? They are taking you away from me. I don't let go of what's mine."
