Obsession

Chapter 15

15.🏴

Fluttering my eyes open, it felt like I hadn't been sleeping at all. This time was completely different with anxious thoughts overwhelming my brain. I didn't sleep at all...

My legs were already bandaged. I looked up at the white ceiling. Micheal was becoming worse. He wouldn't hesitate to break me. That was a bitter truth I dreaded... 'He is unpredictable.' He always had been.

All of the events were more like a ridiculous magic trick that was so unreal yet slap me in the face hard.

The Lizzy lady and her so-called husband Sam, And Micheal's twin Damien. Oh, not to miss was Lizzy called Michael, Damien. They must be siblings?? It was a lot to take in and that started to hurt my head. It was him, everything about him make me wanna go insane.

I heard the door click open. Of course, it was him.

"Hey, baby girl," he mumbled and climbed onto the bed. I closed my eyes wishing somehow he would disappear. I just needed a break...

He joined the bed, pulling and hugging me with light kisses, to which I responded with the firm push against his chest. He... didn't seem to mind, as he simply gathered my wrists in one grip and pulled me sideways against his chest.

"How are you feeling?" His chin moved against my temple as he refused to let me go and continued to hold me in his grip.

"I'm tired," I just wanted him to leave me alone. I was too exhausted to face his bipolar episodes. One wrong move could change him into a blood-thirsty maniac within a second.

"I know, baby girl. I just wanna hold you. Daddy knows you're tired," he mumbled but he never loosen his grip on me. He soothingly patted my hair, kissed my jaw and along the neck as if nothing ever happened.

" I'll take you out if you behave," he mumbled brushing his nose along my cheek.

"Leave me alone," I mumbled. I really needed him to stay away from me, which I knew would never happen...

The soft chuckles escaped from him as he turned me around to face him. His firm hand rested on to my nape and the other to grab my butt. "I will never leave you alone. I will cherish you with my loves and kisses," he trailed wet pecks along my jaw.

This man was driving me insane. I guessed he must be in good mood from his current behaviours.

"I won't go anywhere. I wanna sleep,-" I tried to push his face off me, "Please, leave me-" I squirmed as he wouldn't stop sucking my face. Only God would know how I tired of begging not to be touched...

''Hmmm," he hummed and tilted my chin upward, and sucked on my bottom lip, "No," he grinned.

I scowled but it made him growl. He smacked my ass.

'' Don't be so cute as fuck. I won't be able to control myself if you keep doing such a face,'' he muttered with hooded eyes.

I sighed and turned away from him. But he quickly pulled me again. I struggled with a frown. I just want some peaceful sleep. Damn.

''Say what you want? I'll do you a favour. Anything.'' He smiled down at me.

I stopped struggling. ''Anything?" I asked looking up at him. He ran his hands along with my hair and nodded while rubbing my forearm, silently encouraging me to carry on.

''I wanna see my family,'' I blurted out risking my luck. I could see his jaw tightening. He inhaled deeply with closed eyes.

I quickly said, "I'm sorry,"

'No. No. I'm not ready for his wrath. I'm stupid. I'm so damn stupid.'

I just wanted to check on them if they were doing fine. Just a glance would soothe my aching heart. But it seemed that was too much to ask for..?

'' Fine,'' he mumbled.

Oh gosh. Did he? Did he just agree? Oh lord. I was in shock for a full minute.

I felt a pang of relief when I openly hugged his frame. My tears started to dampen his white shirt and my vision blurred when I felt his hands rubbing circles on my back.

''Thank you. Thank you, Micheal,'' I mumbled with gratefulness.

'' It is Damien, Damien Martin,'' he proudly said while rubbing my back.

I pulled away and looked at him, " Why did you lie to me about your name?" I asked curiously.

His eyes twinkled as he cupped my face "I wouldn't let you escape and report me. Not for me, it was for your safety. The moment people knew that you are something to me, they will come after you. I won't let that happen," he said cocking his head to the side.

I looked down confused not knowing what does that even mean.

''But all things are set now,'' he brought up my hands and brushed his lips onto my knuckles. What's meant by that again?

A maid knocked in and placed the soup tray on the table. I furrowed and scooted away from him. I didn't have an appetite.

''You must eat,'' he said and I shook my head.

''Then, no going out,'' he raised a brow. He was messing with my head and he was enjoying it judging from the glint in his eyes.

I grabbed the bowl from him. He would change his mind about letting me see my family, he could. But he grabbed the bowl back towards him and raised a spoonful into his mouth. I never understood his gestures at all. He was always unpredictable.

He raised another spoonful towards me with the same spoon. I hesitantly opened my mouth accepting the warm taste. He fed me until the bowl was emptied. That was where I realized he had been helping me empty the bowl? Such a freak about eating meals up.

I yawned. I felt emotionally and physically drained.

"Come on, doll. It's nap time," he put the bowls away after handing me a water glass. I took a few gulps and lazily nuzzled into the sheets.

He pulled the cover over me hugged me embedding my entire body in his arms. It was a warm feeling that seemed to be a rainbow in this cold world.

I smiled at the thought of seeing my family again. At least. . . . .

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"The darkness would have saved the dim light, only if the moments of affection weren't taken as granted..."