His Dark Obsession

Chapter 3: Her.

My body moves in sync with the music. Maisie is next to me, swaying her hair and swinging her hips. We've fully given in to the melody, letting our souls devour the freedom they've craved all week.

Ryan and Kieran went to the bar to get more drinks, and even across the dancefloor I can feel Ryan's eyes piercing into me. I'm not looking at him, of course I'm fucking not, but I can still feel him watching me. It's eery; it makes feel like a prey being hunted. When you say that out loud, it sounds erotic, but not when it's done by a weirdo.

A new melody starts, and the boys come back over handing us our drinks. Ryan purposely brushes his fingers over mine as he hands me the glass, sending shivers through me, and not the good kind. They're the kind that send your body into fight or flight mode. 

I resume my dance, moving naturally and sipping my drink as I go. Music is something that completely takes me away from the moment; I lose myself in the beat. The bass vibrates through me, spreading serotonin through my veins. I feel free.

That is until I feel two hands grip either side of my hips and a body press into my ass. When my head turns, I see no other than Ryan. I immediately turn around and step back. I mouth the word no to him, the music too loud for him to hear me. He's been trying ever since we got here, and I don't know how to make my no more clear. Maisie and Kieran have been too busy with each other to even notice, but that's okay. Maisie needs some action, I just wish I didn't have to be here with the action's best friend.

Turning to Maisie, I lean to her ear and speak, "I'm going for a cigarette".

She nods, and I shove my way through the crowd, not even looking in Ryan's direction, though of course I can feel him watching me all the way out. He makes me feel like I have a bounty on my head, like he's lining up his shot every time he looks at me. Fucking creep.

Pushing the back exit door open, the breeze hits my face and brings me back to reality. This night isn't enjoyable at all, and I want nothing more than to go home. I'll tell Maisie once I go back in, and pray she doesn't hate me for it. 

I find an empty spot on one of the benches, taking a seat and pulling a cigarette out my bag. I look around as I click the lighter in, and then take a puff. I can't see one sober person around, everyone is drunk, wobbling all over the place and shouting. 

Half way down my cigarette, I can see him. He's walking toward me, all alone, not taking his eyes off me. This boy will not quit.

"Are you okay, Annabella?", he chimes, sitting down next to me. Ugh, every time he says my name I just want to gag. 

I force a smile as much as I can, "I'm fine. I'm finishing this then I'm going home", I avoid eye contact as I speak, hoping he'll just take the hint and leave.

"You're leaving?", his brows furrow as he doesn't take his eyes off me, I can hear it in his voice that that isn't what he wanted to hear. 

"Yeah, I've just had a long day at work and I'm really tired". Get. The. Hint.

"Oh come on, stay out", his hand grasps my arm, squeezing tight. This was enough to make my entire body freeze up.

"Ryan, get off, I just want to go home", I muttered my words as I stood up, flicking my cigarette and going to walk away. 

He grabs my arm again, only firmer this time, pulling me back and blocking me from heading to the door with his body, "Annabella, stay." His voice sounded stern and low, no longer a playful tone to it.

"What the fuck, Ryan, move", I try to walk past him but both of his hands grip my waist, and he starts bringing his body close to mine. I feel his breath on my face, the smell of vodka filling my senses.