Obsession

Chapter 15

[So picture Blake as a Zac Efron look alike but more muscle and a kick ass bad boy vibe. Anyways... On with the story!]

"Blake..." My voice came out shaky. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you, love." He grinned. I glanced to Clinton who was lying on the ground. I could tell he was coming up with a plan to kick Blake's ass, despite his broken ribs.

"Why must you always be so violent?" I asked.

He smirked. "Why must you be so nervous around me?"

I gulped as he moved closer. Clinton let out a cry of pain as he tried to get up.

"Don't get up my dear friend. You may just regret it." Blake stated coldly.

"Leave her alone, Blake. She chose me. You might as well give up."

"You are not in the position to be saying that my friend." Blake turned and kicked Clinton in the ribs. Clinton let out a yelp.

I suddenly realized that I had to fend for myself... And for Clinton.

"Leave him alone Blake!" I growled.

"Or what?" He questioned moving closer. "You don't have Clinton to save you this time. I've grown stronger. I have been training for this ever since they put me in that god for saken shitty mental facility. It wasn't that hard to escape. All I had to do was lie my way through it. Those idiots thought I was well enough to let me outside." He chuckled. "I killed 3 guards that night and escaped successfully. I learned of your whereabouts through someone else's Facebook. You should really learn to keep information more private because now... I'm here. And Clinton, I should've known you'd try to take her again."

"I'm not anyone's to take. I go on my own free will."

"Sure you do."

"It is you who isn't free." I said quietly. Blake scowled at me. "You see... You are obsessed."

Blake laughed. "Me? Obsessed? Sweetheart. You must be mislead. Don't you remember us being alone together while Clinton was off cheating on you?"

"What?" I furrowed my brows.

"You loved the way I caressed your cheek... Like this." He got closer to me and stroked my face. I slapped his hand away but he grabbed my wrist. This guy was seriously mental, thinking up all these fantasies.

"You're a delusional pig." I spat at him. He merely laughed, squeezing my wrist tighter, twisting my arm around and holding it behind my back as he slammed me face first into the wall.

"Robyn." Clinton moaned, clutching his rib trying to get up. Blake shoved him back with his foot then turned back to me. My cheek hurt from bring pressed so hard against the wall. And my arm, at that moment I would rather have just cut it off.

I felt his breath against the back of my neck and his lips soon followed. I squirmed but he merely laughed.

"You want more love? I'll give you more." Blake chuckled. I felt his tongue creep on the back of my neck. His tongue piercing gliding slowly along my neck curve gave me shivers.

"That's it!" I exclaimed angrily and stepped as hard as I could on his foot. I then elbowed him where it counts and punched his nose. He stumbled back and Clinton tripped him. The boys then wrestled, choking each other.

"I'm going to fucking kill you for touching her." Clinton growled.

Blake just laughed demonically. "You know she loved it. She was shivering in anticipation that I would have her."

"No, she fucking beat you up!"

They continued fighting as Jesse casually came up to all of us.

"Who's the douche bag?" Jesse asked.

"Blake." I mumbled. Jesse's eyes flared and he pushed the boys off each other.

"Robyn, go call the police."

I nodded and ran off.

*Later*

The police showed up and tranquilized Blake. Everyone was shocked at what happened and no one fully understood.

"Thanks Jesse." I mumbled.

"No problem." He replied simply as medics attended to Clinton's ribs. "So that was the guy?"

"Yes."

"He had a lot of muscle on him..."

"Yea and?"

"How exactly did you take him down? Clinton said you gave him a beating."

I laughed. "3 steps to self defense."

Jesse nodded thoughtfully. "You will have to teach me someday."

I laughed. "I sure will. You and Clinton fight like how society thinks girls fight."

Jesse rolled his eyes and shoved me. "Go see your boyfriend." He laughed.

I chuckled and went over to Clinton.

He grinned widely. "Hey babe." He reached for my hand. He was sitting on a medic cot getting his ribs examined.

"Hey yourself. You OK?"

"Yea... You and Jesse saved my ass back there."

I smiled. "Teamwork."

He grinned. "Yes it was."

[OK so Blake's put away again. He was obviously a terrible case of obsession. But man... Robyn is badass.]