His Obsession (Stalker Romance)

chapter thirty-five

I left my black hair in its wavy state and just brushed my fingers through it to bring it back to life. I'm so lucky I have really good and silky hair, or else it would be dead with the poor quality shampoos I used on it. It smells so bad.

As expected, Diego comes in exactly thirty minutes. "Come." He says, switching his eyes between us. I walk uncomfortably with Kim behind me. These heels are too high and I know for a fact I'm six feet tall right now. Im taller than Diego.

As I walk behind Diego, my mind drifts to Zade.
He must be taller than six-foot-two because even in my highest heels, he still towered over me. I wonder how he gained all that muscle, he was so skinny the last time I saw him.
The gym can't do anyone that good... unless if you go there seven days a week and seven hours a day.

I don't think anyone has the time for that.

And his eyes, I could see a little bit of blue in them the last time I saw him... and now they're just plain white. Grey.

Do you think he misses me?
I don't think so.

I don't even think he knows I'm gone. He doesn't like me as much anymore. And if he won't get me out of here, I'll do it myself. I don't care about him... he doesn't care bout me either, so why bother?

I must've gotten too deep into my emotions and I felt a hot tear fall down my cheek. I hastily wipe it and walk faster to catch up with Kim and Diego.

I walk so fast my ankle betrays me and I trip, there must've been someone in front me, because i made them fall too. And I fell on top of them.

The person—who I guess is a male— holds me tight by my lower back. I lift my head to look who it is and I spot fluffy brown hair and pretty brown eyes. Adam.

I removed his hands from me and get up as fast as I can. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to make you fall with me." I say, even though my sorry was false. Everything I feel in here is false.

"No worries, didn't mean to grab you like that." He cleared his throat.

Why is he like this? Any man in this would've took the chance to make me open my legs, but he's apologising for making sure I didn't fall on my face and possibly break my ankle? Or is he pretending. "I was meant to come and take care of your injuries, but I'll see you when you come back. Diego will throw hands if I hold back any longer."

I nod. I covered those with make up.

"Are you done with you interactions now?" The mentioned man shouts from the bottom of the stairs. "Bye." I say to Adam, I don't know why I could communicate clearly with him... maybe because he's the only male who is nice to me here. All the others are perverts and rapists.

"Uh... bye." He cleared his throat again with pinkish cheeks. Is he... blushing..? In this circumstance?

Unbelievable.

. . .

This time we were put in a proper car with windows. So I took an advantage and looked at the road for any clue about where I am.

All the small stalls we pass suggest that we aren't in the part of New York that I lived in because there wasn't anything like this there. And the labels of the shops are in... Russian. I can only tell because of the Russian letters they're so unique.

I'm in Russia, but which part of it?

We drive for a few more minutes and I give up on the mystery of trying to figure out my whereabouts. Even if I knew, who will I tell? No one.

The drive passes in a blur and soon enough, bright neon lights are in my view. Diego kindly tells me what's gonna happen if I try to act smart here. He whispers sweet things in my ear that make my blood tingle with excitement. I ignore his beer breathe makes my bile rise up to my throat.

Every since that day, I get disgusted by any smell and taste. And I vomit everyday, I just... can't get it out of my mind. I think about it every morning and every time when I smell something horrible. It's like that man never washed his penis—ever.
Disgusting.

We enter through the back door and my heart jumps at the sight of happy, drunk people. That I haven't seen in two weeks.

"Kim, you're on the stage and you," he looked at me like I was some sort of venomous creature. "You're going to be serving." I nod, so does Kim. She goes in through a grey metal door and I stay there with Diego, not knowing where to go. "Come here," he said, his Russian accent surfacing. I stay rooted to my spot and glare at him. He walks towards me instead, his hand reaching to grab my hair at an inhuman rate. He pulled on it and used it to to make me turn my back to him.

He was flush against me and it made me sick to feel everything going on inside his pants. "When I give you orders, you comply; do you understand?" He hissed in my ear. "Fuck you." I grit, feeling the pain in my roots multiply.

He pushes me foreword and my heels make me stumble, trip and fall.

I think my ankle broke this time. I feel the immense pain strike me and my eyes pinch close. He crouched down and held my cheeks in his hand. "I want you in my room after this, yeah?"

I look at him through my red eyes. "Don't be delusional, Diego."

He flips his phone in front of my face and there's a video playing.

Of Angelica getting on the pass to go to school from Hannah's place. Thick layers of tears sit uncomfortably in my eyes as I watched. A man dressed in black watching from another corner.

I knew that I'd lose everything today. The very last bits of my strength, and sanity. All because I fell in love with the wrong man.

I fell in love with a man that has enemies. I fell in love with a man that threw me into the lions den, but most importantly, all because I fell in love.

Because of love.

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Going through a HUGE writers block rn😓