His Psychotic Obsession

Chapter nine

Elara

After my little 'moment', Rowan sits down at his chair again, after checking with me over 100 times to see if I'm 100% okay and ready for the talk I'm dreading.

I sit on the chair across from him again, fiddling with my fingers but keeping my posture straight, head up and legs crossed.

Rowan looks at me, study's me. As if he's trying to notice the slightest hint in me that I'm not ready for this talk.

That only motivates me more to get a hold of myself and stop fiddling with my fingers.

The tears have dried from my cheeks.

But they remain with a rosy tint, and my eyes are heavy and red.

Needless to say, I don't look the best.

I gesture to Rowan, "Well go on."

He nods, "Right."

He gathers a file and hands it to me.

"Your father has made quite the name of himself over the years."

I open the folder and suppress a gasp. Pictures of bodies are so mutilated their faces are almost unrecognizable.

"People tortured with unheard techniques. Body's crisped to the core from burning from the inside."

I turn the page to see burned bodies.

My eyes turn watery but I don't let any tears fall as Rowan continues.

"Your father is killing innocent people. He has no remorse for anyone. These pictures aren't even as bad as the other bodies we have found."

My breath catches in my throat. Worse than this?

Rowan pauses. "Elara. Are you sure you can continue?"

I nod, unable to form any words.

Rowan looks at me for a few seconds before talking again.

"My men and I have been trying to find your father these past few months. But he always manages to slip through our fingers."

I look up at him, an uneasy feeling in my gut. Oh. Now it makes sense, why he's keeping me here.

"You want me to draw him out."

Rowan freezes and slowly nods. "It's not what you think though Elara. I wasn't lying when I said there is someone after you. I only found out you were his daughter two days ago."

I shake my head, "Stop. I can't- no I won't. I don't want to be wrapped up in all of this."

I look up at him, "Please."

Guilt swirl's in his eyes. "I'm sorry amore. I have no other choice."

I jump out of my seat. "Of course you do! There are so many other options!"

He shakes his head, "We've tried everything Elara. You are our last option."

My nose flares, "I am not leading my dad into a death trap. I won't let his blood be on my hands."

His face goes hard, and he slowly stands up.

"Your dad. The same man who neglected you all your life. Treated you like shit."

My eyes get watery. "He's still my dad!" I yell.

"He's a psychopath. You really think he cares about you?"

I tilt my head to the side, "And you aren't?"

He smirks.

Sick fuck.

I pick up and throw the files onto his desk. "I'm not doing it."

Rowan doesn't react. "I wasn't asking."

Silence brews between us. I shake my head and turn my body, making my way out of the room.

His voice calls behind me, "It's for the best amore. Do you really wanna carry around that sadness that your father doesn't care about you?"

My hand freezes on the door nob, "It's better than having no family at all."

With that, I turn the door nob and walk out into the living room.

Natalia and Alexander sit on the couch, talking quietly to each other. But when they hear my footsteps they shut their mouths and look up at me.

Natalia is the first to get up and greet me.

"Hey. How are you doing?" She asks softly, touching my arm in a comforting gesture.

"I'm fine." I deadpan.

She nods guilt pooling in her eyes, "Did Rowan explain everything?"

I meet her eyes, "You knew?"

"Yes. I'm sorry Elara. Rowan said he wanted to be the one to tell you."

I shake my head, laughing humorously.

"This house is full of a bunch of liars isn't it?" I shrug off her hand and walk around her.

She calls after me, but I pay her no attention and start walking up the stairs.

Shutting my door behind me, I walk over to my bed and sit on the edge, racking my hand through my hair.

Tears are stinging my eyes. I close them and take a deep breath, trying to relieve the aching pressure in my chest.

How could he do this to his own family?

Did my mother know?

Of course, she did. That's why she was so hopped up on drugs all the time.

I squeeze my eyes tightly at the thought.

My mom loved me so much. But slowly as I grew up, I could see how tired she was getting. How she fought mentally at something the few years I had with her.

I don't know when she started using drugs. But one day I came home from school, to see her laying on the floor in her vomit.

I called 911, and the next day she was fine. She never did tell me what happen, what drew her to take so many.

She simply told me she and dad were sorting some things out.

I left it at that but made sure to tell her how much I loved and needed her.

She promised she wouldn't do them anymore, but many more incidents like that one happened.

It wasn't the drugs that killed her. But 16-year-old me told myself it was. Even after seeing the pool of blood on our hardwood floor.

God, I was so stupid.

I shake my head and stand up, shaking my trembling hands at my sides to relieve some tension.

I walk into my closet and grab a white towel, heading into my bathroom.

Lord knows I need a long hot shower.

Turning on the water, I let it warm up and peel off my clothes.

I wipe off my makeup before stepping into the shower, afraid of getting out and looking like a raccoon.

My body was too mentally and physically tired, so I sat on the shower floor, letting the hot water rain onto my head.

I close my eyes at the comfort.

If it's one thing I know, a hot shower will temporarily close my mind off, and let me be sucked into the void of nothingness.

Sleep also works too, but you get the point.

I just hope when I leave the comforts of the small space, that things won't be as complicated as when I stepped in.

But I'm stupid to think that, it'll be just the same. This is Rowan's house after all.

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Sorry I took so long to update. Been so busy with school and stuff. I will try to post regularly though 🤍