Obsession

5. He's Crazy...

I wake up the next morning, groaning as I roll over, shutting off my alarm. I sigh, remembering the events between Andy and Gerard the night before... he could've gotten himself killed. I slowly get up, changing quickly into my work uniform, which was basically just a pair of black Jean's and solid black t-shirt. I tilt my head as I look at myself in the mirror, my E/C eyes had toned down to more dull shade of the color, to skip an overly long description, I look like shit. I quickly throw on whatever makeup I decide is necessary and grab my keys off the hook, rushing out the door.

When I make it to H/T beans, I grab my apron, tying it quickly, before stepping behind the counter. Not to long after, the asshole walks in, "hey, Sugar!" He says cheerily and I roll my eyes "ya know, this would be a whole lot easier if you would just co-operate with me hun..." he says gently, but with a hidden threat under his words. I smile sarcastically "what can I get you today SIR," I hiss, gritting my teeth. "Mmmm, I'll take..." he trails off, observing the menu before his eyes drift back down to me "you." He says, a smirk creeping onto his face.

I sigh and point to a sign my boss had kindly put up since he had lost workers because of similar circumstances.

No harassment of employees.

I smile and he smirks "honey, a simple sign isnt gonna stop me... but if you insist that I order something else I will." He smiles, "I'll take a coffee, black" I nod punching the order in, "arent you gonna ask for a name for my order sugar?" He asks and I sigh "can I get a name for that order s-" he cuts me off, leaning on the counter, closer to me "Gee," he says with a light smile. I crack a small smile and chuckle "hey! I made you smile, that's one step closer to getting you for myself!" He says excitedly "annnnd, you just stepped backward a good five steps," I say seriously. He frowns as I hand him his coffee, instead of the nickname he had told me, the name on the order is simply "asshole" his frown deepens as he looks at it "that's pretty rude doll..." he says, sarcastic offense in his voice, he pays, the exact amount. "You don't get a tip today," he says, sticking out his tongue childishly. Had he not of snuck into my house last night and threatened my bestfriends life I wouldve found that adorable...

He walks out of the cafe, throwing a quick "love ya Sugar!" And a wink over his shoulder. I sigh and lay my head on the counter, my boss walks in and Pat's my shoulder, "he bothering you?" He asks, a concerned look in his eyes "he's fuckin crazy..." I say quietly and he nods "yeah, he an ex or something?" He asks and I shake my head "no, some dude who just showed up and thinks he can win over a girl by demanding that she be with him over anyone else." I look up at him and smile "you had anyone like that?" I ask and he shakes his head "nah, I ain't got anyone who chases after me like that." He chuckles, my eyes widen as I look up at him "why not, your a nice enough guy," I say and he laughs, "eh, not really what anyone want i guess." He laughs and walks back to his office as a customer walks in.

The day passes as normal, Frank doesn't show up for lunch, so I go by myself. Lunch was anticlimactic and I walk slowly back to work. Where is frank? I had texted him halfway through lunch and he never even saw it. Maybe he's busy? Yeah, probably has had a busy work day...

Soon my work day ends and I walk the short distance to my apartment complex. When I make it inside, I feel a pair of arms roughly pull me into a closet, I almost scream, before a hand covers my mouth and i see Frank standing in front of me. He holds a finger up to his lips, signaling that I stay quiet. I nod and he pulls his hand away.

"Y/N? Sugar you home?" I hear Gerards sickly sweet voice call through the house. "Dont bother hiding, I heard the door Y/N!" He shouts, I jump as my breathing quickens. I begin to panic(!) and Frank looks at me calmly "shh, its okay." He whispers, pulling me to him as we both sit in the floor in the back of the small closet. My breathing still speeds up as I start to hyperventilate, "Y/N, where are ya at?" His voice calls out again. "Frank's hiding you isn't he?" His voice is teasing and I lean into Frank's chest, trying to quiet my breathing.

"I hear you..." he says quietly, his shadow is visible right outside the door. He walks away with a light chuckle, now he's playing with us... I feel my breathing somehow at the thought. "Frank he's playing with us..." I say quietly between sharp breaths. "Shh, I know..." he says, gently running his fingers through my hair, trying to calm me. "Look at me Y/N," he turns me to look at him "I'm not gonna let him hurt you..." he says gently, getting up and hiding me behind a trench coat hanging in the closet, "where are you going?" I ask, voice laced with fear. He reaches down and grabs my hand smiling, "I'm doing my job... protecting you," he smiles and leans down, gently pressing his lips to the top of my hand "I'll be back... I promise." He says gently, before quietly opening the door and moving to step out. As soon as he's out a loud gun shot, followed by psychotic laughter rings through the small apartment.

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