Obey (Pedro Pascal)

Part 14 - Alone

                                  Warning:
                              A little smut 

It's been 2 months since the breakup. 2 long fucking months. It felt like forever since I last seen Pedro. Every once and a while I'll see him walk into his class, but I always try walking away as fast as I can - I cannot bare to see his face, the face that I used to cherish and love. Being apart from him feels like my soul was ripped away from my very being.

Sometimes I wonder if he ever notices me, feeling the same way that I do. Ugh - probably not. He's most likely over me already. I've always been this way after breaks up, sad. But this.. this one is different. I feel different, more alone, lonely, depressed.

I haven't been going to my classes lately. Once in a while I'll show up, but not often. I don't want to be around anyone, let alone learning shit. Who wants to learn about quantum theory or writing while you're in a state of sadness. Not just any type of sadness though, it's the type that takes over your very being. Making you not want to eat, talk, sleep. Everything that I've been doing. I've been shutting out the world. My friends, family, school. I just don't have the energy to take them all in.

Suddenly, I hear the door open. Not caring who it is, I stay laying on the couch.

"Em.. are you still in your pajamas?" James asks.

I shake my head up and down in a yes motion.

James walks over, throws his keys onto the coffee table and sits down next to me.

"Hun, are you still thinking about him?" He ask's concerned.

Looking up at James, I take a minute to answer.

"Yeah." Is all I form out.

"Everything will be alri-" James goes to say but I cut him off short.

"No it won't be alright. It'll never be alright. You don't know how I feel. You still have your forever person. I don't. He got taken away from me. You'll never understand." I say upset.

James looks astonished at what just happened. I just yelled at him. Not meaning too, it just happened so fast. I was so upset that he was trying to tell me everything will be okay. I feel like he doesn't get it.

"Woah." He says. "I'm just trying to help. I get that you're sad but there is no need to take it out on me."

"Listen, you're going to take a shower because it smells like you haven't taken one in weeks." He says sniffing me while making a disgusted face.
"AND you're going to get ready because I'm taking you out tonight for coffee. You need to get out of your funk."

I shot up quick.

"No." I say. "I'm sorry I gave you an attitude, but I'm not ready to go out just yet." Crossing my arms, I swivel my way facing the opposite direction of him.

James rolls his eyes. He get up, goes to the side of my room, and grabs me a pair of clothes and a towel.

"Go." He tells me.

I know he's right. I probably should get out. It's been two months. It's just that I don't feel happy anymore. I'm not happy enough to do anything. Instead of drowning in my own thoughts, I decided to take up his offer. Getting up off the couch, I give James a soft smile.

Heading to the bathroom to take a shower, I jump in. The water feels so nice on my body, it's warm and inviting. Just like the way Pedro makes me feel. Fuck. I can't help but think of him. I miss his touch. I miss having him around me, making me laugh, even just talking about random things.

I wish he was here. I wish he'd touch me the way he used too. Caress my body. I'm getting wet just thinking about him devouring my body. Before I know it, my hand creeps down to my pink flower and starts rubbing my clit, thinking about Pedro. How he used to touch me, trying to move it the same way he did. I imagine him slowly moving his fingers in a circular motion on my magic button, eventually finding his way to my hole. Pushing his fingers in and out. Slow and fast. Kissing my neck, pushing me back. Grabbing his big cock and pushing into my pus-

I cum.

God. I'm so desperate for him, I just imagined him fucking me.
And it worked. It wasn't the same but it felt like I was with him.

..............

An hour later, I get dressed and ready to head out with James to the Cafe. Not that I feel like going but I had no choice because in James's words 'you have no choice bitch' is all I heard.

We get to the cafe and I order a medium vanilla cold brew with whipped cream on top. Not that I need the caffeine right now, but it'll be a pick me up I guess. James and I find seats at a table and decided to sit down.

"Thank for taking me out. I haven't been anywhere in months." I thank James while looking around the room. He gives me a soft smile.

"No problem girl. Honestly, I've missed you. I haven't seen you often. You don't leave your room, you barely go to school anymore. I'm worried about you."

James is worried and he has a right to be. I'm worried for myself as well, I'm digging myself in a never ending hole. It's just so hard to get out of it, when I'm so depressed.

Looking at James with a frown, I take a sip of my coffee.

"I'm sorry. I know I haven't been myself lately. I just- I miss him. So fucking much." I stop, holding in my cries..

James grabs my hand and strokes it.
"I know you're sad and I'm so sorry this happened to you - Do you really love him like you say you do?"

"Yes. Very much. I honestly think I'm in love with him." I look up at him, trying to hide my tears that escaped.

James smiles at me - but his smile eventually faded as his eyes darted to the back of me.

Confused as to why he's acting so strange, I go to ask him what's wrong but instead of that I feel someone behind me.

"Shit."