Page 78 of Psychotic Obsession
The knife buried in my chest is now twisting, a sharp pain rendering me speechless.
Why can't he be like this all the time?
I contemplate telling him I'm pregnant, that we created a precious life growing within me. But for some reason, I can't seem to pull together the words while I stare into his hopeful ocean blues.
My heart completely sinks as I hear sirens blaring outside. Tobias raises his brows and looks to the window, the red and blue lights flashing through the frosted glass.
"Shit. Aria, you need to hide," he says quickly, lifting us from the bed and holding my waist. Turning back to look at me with fear in his eyes, he grabs my face, kissing me hard and pulling away to look at the flashing lights getting brighter. "They must be here because you ran away from the hospital. You need to run." I stare at him in disbelief, shock slapping me that he thinks they're actually here for me. "Run!"
"Tobias, I..."
He rushes around the room, tossing me my clothes and throwing his own on, then our shoes. I'm silent, staring at him pacing the room with his hand running through his hair in frustration.
He looks terrified.
"I can't lose you," he begins, cupping my cheeks in his palms with blazing eyes. "I promise I won't let them hurt you."
"No, Tobias," I cry, my hand shaking as I reach up and stroke his cheek. "You?—"
I scream, jumping back as the door is kicked open abruptly. Tobias grabs my arm and guards me with his back to my front, protecting me from the flood of officers storming into the room.
Tobias grips my hand in his, backing us into the wall as the group advances towards us. "Don't you fucking dare touch her!" he threatens, raising his forearm as one of them strikes him. He grunts with each land of the long, black baton, doing everything he can to keep me safe.
It's breaking my heart even more that he thinks they’re here for me, protecting me from a threat that doesn't even exist. "Tobias." I try to grab his attention, but he moves away from me and lands a harsh punch across one of their faces, flooring them. "Tobias, stop!"
He's overpowered, tackled to the ground. I stay in the corner and wrap my arms around myself as they kneel on his back, sobbing as I fall to the ground. "Aria...run!" he shouts in a panic, managing to get free and grabbing one of their batons, cracking it into an officer's ankle.
I hear a taser, but he’s still fighting back, throwing punches and biting into one of the officers faces, his mouth covered with blood when he looks at me in desperation.
A tall one approaches me, gripping my forearm and tugging me. I hear Tobias yelling threats at him, telling him he will killhim if he touches me, rip his head off if he hurts me, then silence as a taser sticks into his neck, flooring him.
I smack my palm over my mouth, seeing blood covering Tobias' face, gasping out sobs as the ringing in my ears overtakes any sounds around me. I can see him struggling under the mass of bodies, his eyes begging me to run.
Guilt is flooding me. I did this.
I'm thrown out of the room,and I collide with the wall opposite the door, my head hitting the hard wood of the floor. Another deadly threat from Tobias, a few snarls from him being beaten, and more officers storm into the place, fully padded with protective clothing and shields covering their faces.
Is this all necessary? He is one man; surely, all these officers are wasting their time?
"Aria!" I hear Gabriella yelling, rapid footsteps echoing up the hallway as I look up at my panicked best friend. "Oh my God, are you okay? Why are you lying on the ground? That fucking bastard hurt you, didn't he?"
We both look to the room, the sea of yellow and black uniforms battling, and we notice Tobias standing, his face now fully bloodied as he bares his teeth. He throws his fists around like he's enjoying it, yelling at them to let me go, or he'll snap their necks.
Emergency health workers appear, holding bags filled with equipment as they rush to me. Everything is blurring, my head starting to pound with exhaustion. I hear Tobias yelling, things smashing.
"Are you okay?" Gabs asks, wiping away my half-dried tears, moving my hair out of my eyes. "You did the right thing. I can see regret written all over your face."
"I just want him to get help," I say, my lip shaking so much, I have to bite down to stop it, dropping my head to her lap while the paramedics kneel beside me.
After nearly an hour's worth of health checks and observations in the back of the ambulance, Tobias is still inside the hotel.
"Ewan is in the hospital,” Gabriella tells me. “There was CCTV footage of Tobias hitting him over the head before he came to meet you, leaving him with a gash down his head and face in the middle of the street.”
My eyes widen. “Is he okay?”
“Don’t worry,” she replies, smiling weakly. “He’s got a few stitches but was worried about you. He even tried to leave the hospital without getting his wound closed up.”
My shoulder slump. So many bad things keep happening because of Tobias, and now, he has attacked Ewan, and I know I’ve done the right thing here. It shouldn’t have ever gotten to this point in the first place.
