His Psychotic Obsession

Chapter Eighteen

Elara

I press the phone up to my ear, hearing it buzz in my ear, waiting to be answered.

"Hello?" Elliot's raspy voice says from the other end.

"Hey, It's Elara," I whisper, clutching my blanket to my chest.

After the argument and signing over of my life that me and Rowan had earlier, I returned to my bedroom and tried to get some sleep. I tossed and turned all night, only able to get about two hours of sleep.

Now it's 5 a.m., and I've been up since 3. I was going insane from all the unanswered questions in my head, I just needed to talk to someone. And I sure as hell wasn't gonna talk to Rowan.

"Elara? It's 5 in the morning, are you alright?" I must've woken him up, I can hear the drowsiness in his voice.

"Yeah, it's just-" I groan, "I'm sorry I must've woken you up."

There's shuffling on the other end before he speaks again, "No no, it's okay. What's up? Is everything okay?"

I sign, relieved he isn't pissed off. "It's Rown." I croak.

"Ah, what did he do now?" He sighs.

I huff, "He's keeping me locked up in this house. I'm not supposed to be here Eli, I'm a surgeon, I have lives to save. And instead, he wants me to take them!"

"Do you want me to say something to him?" He suggests.

I pinch the bridge of my nose, "If he won't listen to me, what makes you think he'll listen to you?"

"It was only an idea. You're my sister, I'm trying to protect you." He sighs.

I shake my head, looking at the window to my left. The sky is still dark and scatted with stars, and the moon still shines bright.

"I just don't know what to do," I whisper.

More shuffling, "Do you want me and the group to come over? Natalia can bring wine." He chuckles at the last part.

I sign heartily, "I would love that."

"I'll be all right Lara, I'll see you around 2." He tells me. I can almost see his smile.

"Okay. Oh! Is Xander coming?" I ask, hopeful.

"I'm not sure little moon, but I'll see okay?" He says.

"Yeah, yeah sure. See you soon." I ended the call, a little disappointed. I don't think Xander likes me very much.

I sigh and throw my phone to my side, running a hand through my hair.

I guess I should get up, not like I'll be getting any more sleep.

I pull the covers off my body and stand up, stretching my arms.

I go over to my bathroom, turn the light on, and almost flinch at my reflection.

Knotted hair, dark eye bags, my arm bandage slightly bleeding through, my oversized shirt crinkled.

I make a face of disgust and go over to the toilet, doing my business.

I wash my hands, then grab my light green hair brush, carefully brushing out the knots until my hair is smooth.

lastly, I brush my teeth, then turn the light off.

I stumble, bumping into my dresser, which makes a loud bang. It's dark as shit in here.

My eyes snap to the door when it burst open, revealing a shirtless Rowan.

Light floods into my room, letting me see the gun clutched in his right hand.