His Psychotic Obsession

Chapter five

Elara

When I pulled into my apartment parking lot, I needed a hot shower and a good night's rest.

I was sweaty and exhausted from today. I had lost two patients, one being a 12-year-old girl.

I'd ended up sobbing in one of the janitor's closets. Not one of my proudest moments, being a doctor and all. We aren't really supposed to cry around patients and family, because it would set a bad example and make whatever situation worse.

Nevertheless, I picked up myself and went on with my last 4 hours with easy checkups and stitching tiny wounds.

Sighing, stepping into the elevator I press my floor and lazily leaned on the wall, ready to climb into the comforts of my bed.

The elevator dinged and I pushed off the wall, walking out and down the hallway to my apartment.

I fish my keys out of my pockets and jam them into the lock.

I furrow my eyebrows, my heart almost stopped beating when I notice it's been unlocked.

I always lock my door before leaving.

I pull my hand back and dig into my purse, retrieving the small pocket knife I keep hidden in it.

Taking a deep breath trying to calm my nerves, I twist the door open and step in.

All the lights are off. I usually leave my kitchen island light on.

My breathing picks up as fear grabs my stomach.

I take a step to the left, reaching for the living room lights and flicking them on.

I nearly scream at the sight of Rowan patiently sitting on the corner of my couch.

I can't breathe. He's in my home.

Rowan is in my fucking home.

Anger rushes through me as he smiles at me.

"What. The. Fuck." I grit out.

"What happened to hello?" He taunts.

"Coming to my work was one thing. But my home? That's where I draw the fucking line." I snap.

I stride over to him and pull the pocket knife out.

"Get up," I command him.

Rowan tilts his head to the side, a playful glint in his eyes.

He listens and stands up. I take a step back as he towers over me.

I sidestep and nod to the door, not breaking eye contact, "Leave."

Taking me by surprise, he starts his way over to the door. For a second I think he actually is leaving, but fear once again greets me as he closes it gently, locking it.

I'm on him before he can even turn around.

I spin him around, pushing him onto the door, and hold the knife up to his throat.

"I'm not your game you can play Rowan. My patience is waning thin."

He smiles, his dimples taking place on both his cheeks.

"My name sounds so good in your mouth Amore."

I cock my head to the side, narrowing my eyes at him.

I grab his chin roughly, forcing him to look at me.

"I can take a life as fast as I can save one Rowan. Don't test me."

He looks at me, admiration in his eyes.

"You're so beautiful." He whispers, looking at me like he's trying to carve this moment into his brain.