Addicted

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I lost myself in his anger, and possessiveness, giving back as much as I could. I buried my hands in his hair and pulled harshly. He groaned into my mouth, but didn't let up.

I snatched my head to the side, breaking the kiss, breathing heavily.

"STOP IT!" I screamed at him.

 I pushed past him and went to sit on the bed, trying to keep myself from crying. My emotions were all over the place, so the only reaction my body knew to do was to cry. I hated that about myself.

Colby was the only one who seemed to have the ability to make me cry. I hate him for it too. I buried my hands in my own hair, trying to clear my head.

"You can't just-That's not right!" He was still standing by the wall staring at me. "Stop looking at me like that!"

"Like what Chloe?" He asked, his voice low.

"Like you're going to eat me alive. You can't go flirting with someone else, then jump me in the middle of an argument!" I muttered.

His expression was a mixture of lust, hate, and love. This was the most confusing 'relationship' I had ever been in, in my life.

 "Why would you let that girl hang on you like that?" My voice came out in a whine and I was ashamed of myself.

I felt like I was begging him and that's not something that I ever thought I would do with a guy. With anyone. If he were anyone else, I would have already slapped him across the face, cussed him out, and went home, never speaking to him again.

So why couldn't I just do that? He deserved it. He shrugged as an answer.

"Seriously? That's all I get?" I huffed out in one breath.

He ran his ring clad hand through his hair, knocking his hat to the floor.

 "I don't know what you want me to say Chloe. It wasn't a big deal. I'm sorry that it bothered you so much but she's just a friend that I was saying hi too."

 I rolled my eyes. "You don't have friends other than who lives in this house Colby, and them only sometimes. You're full of shit. So a 'friend' that you've slept with right?"

He looked away from me. "I've slept with a lot of girls. You knew that before you agreed to be with me."

I looked down, trying to ignore the twisting in my gut. Yeah, I knew about it, but I didn't think that he actually still spoke to them, or anything. I always thought that they were a one and done kind of thing.

Plus, it was so much worse when they were literally in my face, and multiple ones at that!

"You're right. I did know. I knew what kind of person you are. This is my fault. I should've stayed away from you...I don't really think I had a choice in this though and that's your fault!" I brought my eyes back up to meet his gaze.

He was standing in front of me now, looking down.

"What do you mean?" His brow furrowed, confused. "How is that my fault? I tried to stay away from you."

I shook my head. "Not hard enough. I was doing fine. Working, trying not to think about you. Living my life. I might not have been happy, but I wasn't crying all the time, or almost dying in the span of a few days. Now it's too late. I didn't have a choice because of some stupid vampire legend that says that I have to love you!"

I wanted to take it back, but at the same time, I didn't.

 The hurt that flashed across his face shot pain straight through my chest.

"So you're saying that you only love me because you're my One? You're lying Chloe. I know you are."

 "I'm not." I lied, trying to hold back the tears again. "You're mean, and disrespectful. You allow all of these girls to talk shit, and hang all over you. You treat your friends like shit. Hell, you treated me like shit until a few days ago. I have bruises up and down my body." I reached up and ripped the bandage from my neck. "Then there's this! You almost killed me." I knew it was a low blow, but I was still so pissed at him.

 His eyes fell on the tattered flesh of my neck, and sadness filled them up. He reached his hand out towards me, but I jerked back.

He let his hand fall back to the bed, and looked down at his lap.

"You know that I didn't mean to do that. I wouldn't hurt you for anything. I love you."

I shook my head again. "No, you're obsessed with me. You have some freaky vampire urge that you can't control that tells you that you have to own me. Then you think that you can make me fall in love with you and still go do whatever you want with everyone else. I can't do this! Do you know how bad it hurts seeing you with someone else or you letting someone talk shit right in front of me, like my feelings don't matter?!" I was yelling again, but I didn't care.

The tears started streaming down my face and I let them. I felt defeated.

How did we go from me being literally fucked into a coma, to this?

He looked back up at me, anger growing in his eyes again.

"I didn't kiss anyone! I hugged a girl that I knew, and didn't tell Riley to stop talking about sex. YOU just kissed some random fucking vampire downstairs! I know exactly how it feels! Do you realize how close I came to committing murder?! That was your fault for being a jealous possessive bitch!"

Ouch. That hurt...but I laughed. Right in his face.

 "Look who's talking!" I screamed, standing up.

 He shot up, towering over me.

"You flipped the fuck out when I kissed him. I just wanted you to know how it felt for someone to hang on me. Give you a taste of your own medicine."

He rolled his eyes. "You're fucking psycho. I thought that I was done with the crazy ones but you're psycho."

 I glared at him. "Fuck you Colby. I'm going home." I stalked past him and he grabbed my wrist tightly. "Let me Go!" I tried to yank away but he had a vice grip.

"You're not going anywhere."