Obsession

Chapter 6

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{Warning: slight pg-13 content...}

I sat quietly in Clinton's car, not knowing whether to say something. Why must I be mixed up in this situation?

I had moved to Australia hoping to start over and forget my past, but here I sat... With my past. Although he was part of my future too right? I knew I wanted to be friends with both Mitchel and Clinton for the rest of my life but I knew I could only truly be with one... You know... Intimately.

"Clinton?" I ask quietly.

"Yes, love?" He asks looking over his shoulder getting ready to back out of the parking spot. We had just picked up food for us and Mitchel from a little sub sandwich place down the street from the hospital.

"I don't think this is right-" I began but he slammed on his brakes, cutting me off. At first, I thought he saw something that he didn't want to hit. Then I realized he had done that because of what I said.

"Are you choosing Mitchel over me?" He asked surprised.

"Well..." I began. "No... But-"

"I've waited for you for 2 years!" He burst.

"I know Clinton but I can't choose now. I don't know if Mitchel told you but on the day of the dance we confessed that we liked each other... We can't just take that back."

"Fuck!" Clinton slammed his hand on the horn. People walking around the center turned to give him a face.

"Calm down. It was before I knew he was your brother."

"But this means he seriously likes you. He never admits to liking people. It's a commitment phobe. He only has flings. I mean of course he has had his fair share of being intimate with girls." Clinton continued thinking. He calmed down enough to where he had gotten back on the road driving. "Yea... A couple one night stands... Some sluts in the janitors closet..."

I choked on my soda. I could feel the bubbles move out my nose.

"Clinton!" I cried annoyed, grabbing napkins and wiping my nose.

"I'm not kidding. Ask him. Hell, ask the girls. Look for the sluttiest ones. He started as early as 13."

"Wow..." I say quietly.

"I know... And to think you were 15 and I was 16 when we had our first..." He smiled nonchalantly.

I looked out the window recalling that day.

*flashback*

"Are you sure you're OK, Robyn?" Clinton asked me, wrapping his arms around my waist, hugging me from behind. I was still in shock from seeing Blake getting taken away. It was just so strange.

"Yea um... I'm just... Confused." I said quietly. We stood like that quietly in his room for a while until he gently kissed my neck.

"Don't worry anymore. I will protect you. I won't let anything bad happen. I promise." He slowly dragged me backwards so we were sitting on his bed now. He perched me on his lap and played with a strand of my hair.

"I know." I smiled at him, looking at his beautiful eyes. They sparked with lust and he adjusted his sitting position slightly.

"I um... Early today when you said-" he began.

"I love you?" I asked him with a smile. He nodded. "Yes, I meant it." I smiled shyly at him.

"Good." He grinned and pushed me backwards onto his bed. My hair fell into a mane on the mattress. Clinton hovered over me. "Because I am so madly and desperately in love with you." His lips crashed on mine greedily. I hungrily kissed him back, sucking his bottom lip and wrapping my arms around his neck.

He moaned. "I want you, Robyn. I want you so bad." He kissed me again.

When we both paused for a breath I replied. "Well you have me here." I grinned. "Take what you want."

"All of it." He responded by ripping off his shirt and moving back in for a kiss whilst fiddling with my shirt.

*End flashback*

"And that was still my only..." I respond quietly.

Clinton grabbed my hand. "Me too."

We pulled into the parking lot and I loosened my hand from his and quickly grabbed the food, rushing to Mitchel's room, not wanting confrontation from Clinton.

I was honestly desperately in love with Clinton. But I knew deep down that if I were that in love with someone then I wouldn't have  feelings for his brother. And that's without kissing Mitchel. My attraction to Clinton was all physical... I kept telling myself. Love was just the want of someone's body right? If it was, then I loved both of them... As much as I assumed they loved me.

As I rushed down the hallway, the image of Mitchel and I in the river flashed before me. What if Clinton didn't show up in time? Mitchel and I would've made out and probably ended up getting naked... I mean we practically were already.

I just couldn't tell myself whom I wanted because that would mean I had to give up the other.

I burst into his room, closing the door behind me and locking it so Clinton couldn't get in and interrupt.

"What's the rush?" Mitchel laughed. "Hiding from my crazy obsessive brother?"

I didn't answer. Instead I marched over to him and kneeled beside his bed. My face was close to his and his heart monitor started beeping slightly quicker.

"The river..." I began. "That's where we left off."

He glanced at my lips. "And I was going to do this." He leaned his lips onto mine and ever so gently kissed me. It was so soft and tender. It was like no kiss I have ever had. He reached for my cheek as I reached for his to deepen the kiss.

"Robyn? Are you in there? What are you doing? Why do I hear rapid beeping? Is Mitchel OK? Are you-? O hell no. You better not be-" Clinton raged from the other side. I pulled my face from Mitchel's.

"Shh." I giggled quietly to him. Does this make me a bad person for liking both of them and honestly wanting to love them the rest of my life? Of course. I was a terrible she devil who just realized that I was in love with a pair of brothers. Brothers!

I unlocked and opened the door for Clinton. He was glaring daggers. "What were you doing?" He demanded.

"Nothing." Mitchel replied smirking slightly, putting his hands behind his head and staring at the ceiling.

"Really? Do you want to explain to me why you have a boner then?" Clinton gestured.

We all looked down at the covers. There was clearly something there. I looked away in embarrassment. I was the cause of that.

"I um..." Mitchel said flustered.

Clinton glared at us both. I bit my lip, looking anywhere but at them. Unfortunately my eyes landed in Mitchel's 'bump' and I burst out laughing. Out of all places I had to look.

"What?" Mitchel complained. "I can't help it. She's pretty!" He directed to Clinton.

Clinton glared and dragged me out if the room, yelling back at Mitchel to leave me alone.

"Don't ever go in there by yourself. You don't know what he's capable of..." Clinton said.

I rolled my eyes. I don't know what he was referring to but at this point it just seemed like he would keep putting his brother down as best as he could.

[I mean common. What would you do? She's merely testing the waters with one and starting a new track with the other. It's harmless... Not! Read on later to find out what happens. Don't forget to comment and vote!]