Obsession

Chapter 5

When I get to the hospital, I knew right away which room is Mitchel's. Clinton is sitting outside of it on a chair, leaning his head back, having his eyes closed and drooling away. I used to love kissing his neck whenever he did something like that. I don't know why but he just smelled really good all the time. Cologne or no cologne. He was perfect...

Riffling myself out of my daze, I clear my throat and he twitches awake, wiping the drool from his mouth.

"Dreaming about me?" I teased, grinning.

"Actually I was."

The smile fell from my face. I don't say anything and he lets out a frustrated sigh.

"Here... I'll take Mitch's stuff." He grabs the load of books from me with his good arm.

"Clinton... Really. I can hold it." I reach out to grab it but he pulls it back.

"It's fine babe. I got it." He smiles and turns the knob of Mitchel's door, slowly creaking it open.

"Mitch...?" Clinton whispers.

"Yea...?" I hear Mitchel's rough voice.

"Mitchel?" I say walking in and standing in the doorway. Clinton remained in the hall.

Mitchel doesn't respond at first. "Leave us Clinton..."

"No Mitchel. I-"

"We are just talking. Don't feel intimidated."

Clinton grumbles. "5 minutes." He pauses, looking at me. "He does anything... Yell my name." I nod knowing what he's referring to and he exits, closing the door softly behind him.

Mitchel grabs my hand, which startles me. I hadn't realized I was so close to his bed. "Look Robyn... I don't know what Clinton has told you but I'm pretty sure he's crazy."

"He said that about you as well." I chuckle.

"But I'm serious... He told me about the whole Blake thing..."

"Oh... Why'd he tell you that?"

"He's worried I will become like that. That's what our conversation was before we crashed."

"But you won't..."

"Well... I don't think it will ever come down to shrines but lets just say I might have a little bit of an obsession with you... Not in a creepy way... I think..."

"Huh?" I try to pull my hand away but he holds it. I'm immediately turned off by him. It's hard to see him as someone to be with when he says things like this.

"I like you so much I even have dreams about you. I don't know. Just something about you... It makes me a little crazy I guess, but I swear I would never hurt you. I-"

"People have dreams about other people in their life all the time. That's not an obsession. That's-"

"Clinton's worse..."

"Wait what?"

"He has pictures of you guys in a neat scrapbook... I found it after the dance. He talks about you nonstop... And he was threatening me... That's why we got in the accident. I don't know what's up with you, but there's something about you that makes us go crazy... Maybe it's the being American. Maybe it's your cute smile... I hate to say it but I wouldn't be surprised if that Blake guy committed suicide from being away from you for so long. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if he tried to find you again."

"Don't say that Mitch... He was mentally sick and I just happened to be someone he latched onto..."

"No... It's an obsessive disorder and Clinton and I are both catching it. What are the chances that three people who like you are infested with this... obsessive disease. "

"But-"

"5 minutes up!" Clinton barges in, looking pissed. "Let's go Robyn." He grabs my hand.

"I'm talking to Mitchel."

"And Mitchel needs to rest... Let's go." Clinton drags me out, closing the door behind him.

"What is your problem?" I hiss, stopping in the hallway outside of Mitchell's door.

Clinton looks nervous. "I think Mitchel is right."

"About...?"

"You being addicting." He pushes me gently to the wall and strokes my face with his finger. "I can't help but to love you. You're so perfect." His finger brushes my lips. I tremble, not able to tell if it's in anticipation or fright. I want him and yet I'm scared of him. I want to think he was the same person I loved but I'm not sure if he is anymore. It's been a couple years.

He puts his forehead to mine. "Please... Be with me Robyn. You were my first and I need you..."

He was my first also. Our... intimacy... happened on the day Blake got taken away. Right after he left, I was cuddling with Clinton in alone in his cabin and the next thing I know is that I'm no longer... Well... You know...

"I have never loved another girl... Ever..."

I didn't say anything because the truth was I've never loved another boy... I never got that intimate with anyone else. I couldn't because I didn't feel the same type of connection Clinton and I had.

"Clinton..." I said quietly. "I didn't love anyone either... But-"

He cut me off with a fiery, lustful kiss to my lips. Cupping my face with his big hands, he pulled away slowly, resting his forehead to mine. "You're the only one for me. Please know that, Robyn."

I stood there in shock, not able to move under his hypnotizing touch. Well shit! What am I going to do now?