All weekend I waited for Mitchel to text me or call me but he didn't. I would've gone over to his house to talk to him about what happened, but I didn't know where he lived.
At school, I looked for Mitchel. He was absent in all of my classes so I was starting to worry.
After school, I tried calling him again but there was no answer. I sighed and drove home. It's weird to not talk to him. I always expect him to be there... I felt lonely and couldn't figure out what else to do. He was honestly the only person I truly made friends with at the school so far.
At home, the phone rings. My parents aren't home so I decide not to pick up in case it's some creep or some kind of advertiser. It's stops and I sigh, lying on my bed doing homework. The phone rings again. I look at the caller ID and it's the local hospital. I instantly pick up.
"Hello?"
"Hi... Robyn. It's Clinton..."
"Hi... Um Clinton... Why are you calling from the hospital?"
"I um... We got in a crash... Mitchel and I... This morning when I was taking him to school."
"Oh my god... Are you guys okay?"
"I um... Broke my arm. Mitchel..." He stops and sighed.
"Mitchel what?"
"He broke a couple ribs... And has a bad concussion."
"Is he okay? How is he doing?"
"He's sleeping, but he was in a lot of pain earlier."
There was silence.
"Why are you telling me this?" I ask suddenly. I thought that they were ignoring me because I sure as hell didn't get any sort of communication from them this past weekend.
Clinton didn't say anything at first. "Well... We were fighting over you... That's why we crashed. Neither of us were focused. Mitchel decided not to listen to me and try to pursue you anyways. He doesn't understand my feelings for you. I got mad and looked at him to yell and ran a red... You can guess the rest from there."
"Mitchel... Said that to you?"
"Yea... Can you believe it? He's such a little smart Alec. It's just like Blake all over again... Except worse... This is my brother."
"Blake..."
"Yea remember?"
*flashback*
I'd been at the camp with Clinton for a couple weeks now. Everyone knew we were sort of a couple. Blake was Clinton's best friend there. They were cabin mates. Blake had been there years before but never paid me any attention until Clinton introduced us. He was also sleeping with a different girl each year.
Everyday when Clinton and I wanted to go off and be by ourselves, not wanting to be PDA, Blake would follow. He was always the third wheel and disrupt whenever Clinton would kiss me. He would ask questions about my life and constantly brush hands with me.
One day when Clinton was in the bathroom, Blake and I stood outside leaning against the wall waiting for Clinton. I don't know why but Blake tried to kiss me. He trapped me against the wall of the bathroom and was attacking my neck with kisses, his tongue gliding over my collarbone. I told him to stop, pushing him off but he wouldn't. He almost got too aggressive when I was trying to get him off. He captured my wrist, bruising it, moving his lips to my mouth. I gave out strangled screams as he tried to cover my mouth with his hand as I yelled Clinton's name. Clinton came to the rescue and punched Blake's face, moving him off of me. Blake dislocated his jaw after the hit. He spat out blood and went to attack Clinton but a camp instructor was there.
"Stop... Both of you!"
He was able to split up the fight quickly. Blake didn't seem to resist at first. Once the instructor discovered of Blake's harassment on me, Blake went berserk saying that Clinton was jealous of the secret love affair we had behind his back. Blake tried to fight the administrator but luckily more guys showed up. They ended up shipping him off to some mental institution for the obsession of... Me. Apparently they found a little shrine in a box in his room dedicated to me. He had collected objects I touched or used. He even somehow got pictures of me. Most of them were taken at camp and every one that Clinton's face was in was burned off.
When Blake was being shipped out in the van, Clinton and I stood together, watching him get taken away. Blake struggled and when he caught sight of me he stopped, as if being in my presence had suddenly calmed him.
"Robyn, tell them we're in love. Tell them we will always be together." He got that crazed look in his eye.
I didn't say anything.
"Tell them!" He screamed.
"I don't love you Blake... I love Clinton." That's the first time I had admitted it out loud... My love for Clinton...
Clinton grabbed my hand.
"No!!!" Blake screamed.
He fought hard. The crowd around the truck watching him was completely silent. Finally, medics stuck a needle in his neck, inserting some sleeping medicine.
Blake stopped fighting. "I will get your girl, Clinton. She will be my Robyn, not yours. She will be mine and she will dispose you... She will. We are in love after all." He gave a devious chuckle.
The medics closed the door to the back of the truck and as it drove away, I could still hear Blake's creepy laugh.
*End flashback*
"Yea... I remember..." I say shuddering. "But Mitchel will never be that bad Clinton..."
"Yea... It was bad huh?" He paused. I knew he wasn't only thinking about what Blake had done but other things as well. "Anyways... Being the amazing person I am... I wanted to see if you wanted to meet me here... Maybe at 5? You can say hi to Mitchel and then we can go get dinner and bring him back something."
"Aw you love your brother even though you just got in a major argument."
"Robyn, I'm not mean, I'm just-"
"Protective... I know. You've told me before."
"Gotta love that camp... So is it a yes or no?"
I pause to think. Basically this decision will make me choose between Mitchel or Clinton. A new flame or a dying one...
"Yea... Sure. I'll be there in an hour."
"Oh and bring Mitchel's homework."
"Already on it."
I hung up the phone, hoping that I don't regret the decision I had just made.
[All right, so I know it's a little creepy... Well Blake is at least but now at least you see where the story is heading... Poor Mitchel! He's hurt and is in love with the girl his brother never got over. Read more and find out what happens!!!]
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Obsession
FanfictionRobyn finds herself in a love triangle that is too much for her to handle. Let's just say that certain boys find it very easy to fall in love with her let alone be obsessed. Find out how she deals with her love life as well as dealing with her past...