His Psychotic Obsession

Chapter seven

Elara. ^^^^ Rowan's living room if you have a hard time with imagining things:)

"Elara." A whisper of my name and a gentle shake of my body pulled me out of sleep.

I scrunched my face and rubbed my eyes, sitting up.

"We're here." Rowan, who's sitting next to me says.

I look out the windshield at the mansion in front of us.

Of course, this man has a fucking mansion.

Rowan opens his car door and steps out shutting it.

I'm untangling myself from the blanket when my door opens, and Rowan stands there with an outstretched hand.

I slap his hand away and step out of the car, stretching my muscles.

"Let's go, I'll give you a tour." He motions me to follow him, which I do.

Rowan opens the door, and my mouth almost falls open at the sight. If I thought the outside of the house was beautiful, the inside definitely level ups it.

Rowan drags me around, showing me every inch of the house, except one room with two big doors. I don't question it though.

"This is your room. It's right beside mine in case you have any troubles." He gestures to a plain white room, with a big queen bed in the middle, a vanity, closet, bathroom, and small desk.

"Wait. Room? How long do you plan on keeping me here Rowan." I step back from the room and look at him.

His face shows no emotion, "As long as I have to."

I scoff, "Seriously? I mean do you actually have a reason for keeping me here?"

Rowan goes silent, his jaw clenched. "The less you know the better amore."

I'm growing more frustrated. "Do you even acknowledge the fact that I have a job I need to get back to? Has that ever even crossed your mind?" I snap at him.

"I'm not fucking staying here. No." I spin on my heels and make my way to the front door.

Hurried footsteps are following after me. "Elara!"

I pick up my speed and swing the front door open, running out of the house, and down the street. I hear my name being yelled from behind me again.

Listen, I know this is a stupid action. But my adrenaline is pumping and I just can't find it within myself to stop my feet from running.

I run until I can't run anymore. I stop and try to catch my breath, bending over and putting my hands on my knees.

When my breathing is at a steady pace, I look up at the park I've stopped in front of.

I shrug and walk up to the swing, sitting on it.

I blow out a breath and rub my hands on my arms. It's fucking cold out.

I look around, taking in the small lamp that illuminates just enough light to see my own hands and the darkness that consumes the sky.

An eerie feeling of being watched crawls on my neck.

I whip around behind me and look closely into the forest behind me.

For a split second, I could see something moving, casting a shadow on the ground.

"Elara?"

I jump out of my skin and scream, falling back onto my ass.

Rowan stands in front of me with wide eyes.