Obsession

Seven

I lay watching her sleep, not believing that this was true. Years of going unnoticed by the girl I've been secretly obsessing over, had me thinking I would never have a chance with her. She's my first girlfriend and I'm hoping my last. Smiling at the thought, I began to trace the outlines of her lips with my index finger. She doesn't know this, but she was my first kiss. Tilting my head sideways, I aligned my lips so that they were inches away from hers. I knew if nothing else would wake her, this definitely would. With my hand traveling up the mid of her back, I placed my lips on hers slightly parting them so I could suck on her bottom lip. As I anticipated she let out a faint moan that caused me to do the same.

I had to force myself to pull away when I felt the kiss becoming too intense. There is nothing more that I want than to be inside of her, but it's too soon and I don't want her to feel as if I'm pressuring her. That's where Jayson messed, and I'm nothing like him. "I was wondering when you were going to wake up."

"Would you believe me if I said I've been awake this whole time." She smiled, lightly touching my cheek. It was late Friday night and she wanted to watch movies and cuddle. I've never been the affectionate type, but with her it's different. She makes me feel, different. "How long have I been asleep? I'm starving?"

"I'll go around the corner and get us something."

Grabbing her keys from the nightstand she held them out to me. "Take my car, it's getting pretty late."

"Leah I'm a big boy. I can handle myself."

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I had just picked up our order and was making my way up the street when I heard voices behind me. One voice in particular stood out. So this nigga is stalking me now. Chuckling I stopped mid stride to see exactly what he was going to do. I was clearly outnumbered but I wasn't a punk either. If these niggas wanted to brawl we could brawl.

"Yo' Chris!" Was the last thing I heard before I felt a sharp blow to the back of my head. I wasn't fully unconscious but I was too off balance to put up a fight. I felt someone grab a hold of my arms while another grabbed my legs. Together they carried me across the street and dropped my limp body into the trunk of a car.

Jayson leaned into my face with a smirk on his and said, "I don't know what Aleah sees in you, but imma make sure she never sees you again." The trunk closed and for the first time in my life I was scared. The only person I could think about was Leah. Slowly my eyes began to close.

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"What do you plan on doing with him?" I heard a voice ask. The trunk of the car opened and I looked into the faces of Jayson and three of his friends. I recognized them as the same boys that had approached me the other day. Roughly two of them pulled me out the trunk and let my body hit the rocky pavement beneath us.

"That's solely up to him. Pick his ass up." My body was lifted from the ground. "Imma give you two options nigga, so choose wisely."

"Fuck you. Bitch ass needed help to-"

Before I could finish my statement he punched me in the mouth. Repeatedly he struck me in the same spot until my mouth was bleeding. I was once again woozy.

"I don't remember asking you to speak. Now here are your options. One, you can apologize to me in front of the entire school, and we act like this never happened or two you stay away from Leah and I beat the fuck outta you just for the hell of it."

"Fuck you."

"He got balls." One of his friends said while laughing. I tried my best to look him in the eyes but my vision was doubled. The sound of the trees blowing and the crackling of leaves beneath his feet told me where we were. It was dark all around us except from the light coming from the trunk of the car. We were in the woods.

"Drop his ass back on the ground and y'all leave. I can handle it from here."

"You sure?"

"Come on man I got this." He kicked me in my ribs and I cried out from the pain. I rolled over on my stomach spitting out blood wincing from the agonizing pain I was in. I couldn't believe this shit was happening. I refuse to let this nigga have the satisfaction of beating my ass more than he already has so when I saw him raise his leg to kick me again I grabbed his ankle and watched as he fell. This was probably my only chance at gaining control of the situation.

I thought about the things Leah told me he'd said to her, what he did to me at Marisol's party, and the years of torment I experienced because of him. A lot of people don't know this but Jayson and I have known each other since the 4th grade when I first started having aggressive outbursts. He was the reason I didn't have friends growing up and why everyone was so afraid of me. He made me feel like a freak, like I wasn't normal. I felt the temperature inside my body elevate and there was only one thing on my mind.

I ignored the pain surging through my body as I tackled him back down to the ground when he tried to get up. He punched me in my ribs and I fell next to him clenching them. I heard him rustling beside me as if he were trying to get up. If he did it was over for me. With the little bit of strength I had I clenched the rock that was underneath me in my hand then rolled over and smashed it into the side of his head. He fell instantly groaning in pain.

I lifted my body as best as I could and straddled my body over his torso. His eyes showed fear and in a twisted way I got joy out of it. Raising my hands above my head I brought the rock down hard against his head. I knew he was dead after that blow but I couldn't stop. Something inside me wouldn't allow me too. His blood splattered on my face and I smiled wickedly at the sight beneath me.

I killed someone. I actually killed someone.