You are my precious obsession

Chapter 20

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I stared at his house from a distance, Henry beside me was giving his last shot to stop me from doing this. But, I had to finish off what I started. Twenty seven people. All gone. Because of me.

I had to fix this. Somehow.

I sneaked in through the back, climbing inside the house through the kitchen window. The lights suddenly flickered on, I jumped. His eyes landed and stayed fixed on me, as if waiting for me to talk.

"I-I was just here to get water, Aaron." I lied on spot, anxiety taking over. 

"I hate liars, Hannah." He slid one of his hand into his pocket, his gaze sharp. "Where were you?" His voice made me stiffen, my pulse quickened.

"That's none of your business." I shrugged nochalantly, my palms sweating. Whatever happens tonight, happens. Either he gets thrown in jail or I die, whatever outcome ends up happening, this ends tonight.

"And how is it not my business, babe?" He stepped closer, his fingers twirling my hair strands behind my ear. I gently shoved him aside, he stumbled back. "Are you mad at me now?"

"Very." I nodded. I was more disappointed in myself than mad at him. "I think I need space, Aaron." I crossed my arms, trying to seem like I had the control while my legs were legit shaking.

"What are you saying?" He laughed as if everything was perfectly alright. "You are joking right?" His smile faded, almost guessing what I was about to say next.

"I don't think it's going to work, Aaron." My senses were on high alert, his every movement made me startled. I mustered up all my courage and said it. "I'm breaking up with you."

"Babe," he clicked his tongue and rushed to my side, smiling nervously. "We can always talk it out. You know how much I love you-"

"I don't want to talk about anything, Aaron. It's over." I interrupted him, my voice stiff and crystal clear. It's disgusting to think I was with this murderer for over two weeks.

"Baby, please," he shook his head, his hands sandwiching mine. I slipped my hands off, stepping back. "I know you are a bit extreme, but I can manage. It's alright. I love you."

Me? Extreme? Oh. He's putting the blame solely on me now? After he freaking killed people? He's got nerves. I'll give him that. I stood grounded to my statement. "I still want to break up with you, Aaron."

"Why?" He mumbled, sounding devastated. It's stupidly naive how I almost felt bad for him.

"You killed people, and you ask me why?" I glared at him, my voice crackling. The sadness in his face faded away as if it was just an act. He chuckled, giving me a freaking innocent smile as if he doesn't know what I'm talking about.

"There were in the way, so, they had to go." He casually opened a kitchen drawer, picking up a knife. I instinctly stepped away, he fidgeted with the knife with a calm smile and shifted his gaze to me. "You don't understand how much I love you, Hannah."

"I understand enough that you are a psychopath who's murdered twenty people." I shot back, instantly regretting my choice of words.

He beamed another smile, with a little huff, spinning the knife on the kitchen counter. "I told you, you'd never understand my love for you."

"W-Why the hell wouldn't I?" My voice quivered as he cornered me to the wall. I squirmed as much away as possible from him, tears threatening to spill. I shut my eyes tightly.

"You are a good person, Hannah."

I wiped my tears eyes and stared at him, trying to understand what the hell that has gotta do with anything.