Haunted Sweetheart. Fransykes

Baby I Love You, I Never Want To Let You Go

Not me making didn't into did not to make the word count go higher lmao

I finished making some soup, I hope Oliver enjoys tomato soup, it is the only food that hasn't gone bad quite yet. How was I going to feed Oliver? I didn't have the skills to steal food from markets and I certainly wouldn't be able to get a job, not now at least. I didn't have to worry about me at all, I didn't need to eat or sleep, but Oliver did. He deserved it until his final days at least. I glanced over at the time, seeing it was almost 2pm. He hasn't ate in days, my poor angel..

I frowned down at the soup in hand, turning off the stove I head down the hall to Oliver's new bedroom. Maybe when I go to his to kill his family I can collect some things from his room to make it feel more like a home to him. Well since it is his home now, he might adjust better is the way I should have put it. Actually.. I could just take plenty of food from his old home after I kill his family. Part of me felt bad knowing I have to kill his younger brother, Tom.

But I had to do this for Oliver, he will just have to never find out I guess. I will just say his brother chose to run off perhaps? I shook my head, killing his brother will make me feel more sorry than what I felt when I had killed my own sister.

Awkwardly I knocked on his bedroom door before opening it, trying not to spill over the hot soup onto the floor. "Oliver, angel, I have some tomato soup, I hope you like it. I don't have much food that won't make you sick to eat. Besides, I know you don't want to eat animals, I remember reading that on your MySpace." I hummed, placing the hot bowl onto the nightstand.

"I didn't know what you would like as a side, but I have some crackers I think downstairs.." I glanced around the room for the small table tray I had put in here the night before so he could eat.

"Would you like to feed yourself? I doubt you want to be fed, so I can untie one of your hands." I gave him a small smile, unfolding the tray and placing it next to the bed on the right side.

Oliver looked up at me like puppy who was just kicked and on the verge of whining. "Oh my angel, are you alright? Did I say something?"

"Why are you doing this to me.." He whispered, his voice becoming heavily shaken.

"Why? I am not choosing to do this, this is something I must do in order for us to have the perfect life, my dear." I sighed, caressing the side of his face gently.

"Our life is trying to be taken away from us by all these people, these.. these little spec of dirt on a clean white floor. It is so obvious that they are trying to take you away from me and I will not have it. I do not care how much blood I have to shed in order for you and I to live in the perfect world." I spoke softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

It wasn't romantic in anyway, we were not soulmates, nor will we ever be. He was just made to be in my life, just him. "You are my world.. I need you to be here 24/7 please understand that. I need you! Ever since I first saw you, you're all I can think about, I know you didn't like me watching you but I had to. What if you got hurt and I wasn't there to help you?"

"Joshua this is.. this is crazy. Please.. can't you let me go? We can still be friends just let me see my family, let me go to school again," Oliver cried out, begging. "You wouldn't have to worry about anyone else in my life, you killed Mat." He spat.

"I didn't kill Mat! He practically killed himself you selfish pig! I do everything for you! He killed himself the second he laid eyes on you!" I screamed, standing up before thinking and slapping Oliver across the face.

"Why can't you see! You're so fucking blind! Everything is for you.. everything I do has lead up to me doing this for you!" I dropped onto my knees next to him, cradling his tear stained face.