Obsessive (AMBW)

Act XVII

Milan

I opened my eyes, roaming around the halls of his empty house.

It had been approximately 154 days and 17 hours since I left...him for good, not looking back for even a moment.

"Morning, ready for breakfast?" I looked up at him through sleepy eyes. Lee Kwan stood in the kitchen, an apron loosely tied to his toned body, he had no shirt underneath, wearing only boxers. I smiled, nodding my head.

When I called him he took me in like a sick bird, trying to tell me everything that man had done since before he had met me. I was sick to my stomach hearing it, but I let him know I didn't come here for some romance. I truly came here to get away from him until I could book the next flight to America, leaving him and everyone else behind.

He had tried a bunch of things to get with me, mainly putting his room and mines
connected by a single door. But I couldn't deny Lee Kwan had helped me these past few months.

I was great with this whole arrangement and was thankful to him, though I hated being indebted to anyone, he made it feel like I was helping him in a way too.

Everything was great.

Nothing was wrong.

My mind flashed to the night he came back drunk. Violent.

I swallowed.

I jumped as the plate clicked in front of me, Kwan's worried eyes on mine.

"Hey? You alright?" He questioned, leaning forward to look at me. I backed away, nodding my head.

"Better than ever." I said, but it came out quiet and low.

Breakfast was over fast, and I headed back into my room, getting ready for my day.

Kwan had maid's but I would help with cleaning and giving the ladies time off, I wiped the window seal, not missing an inch of perfection.

I sighed, wanting to eat after hours of him not being here, Kwan was my only real source of entertainment, everytime I turned to TV on it was something about...Kang and his disappearance to the company.

Kwan said it was because he was immature and only using the company as leverage to get me and money, but he truly seemed to love that job.

I looked down, slapping my head to get him out.

He had a way of creeping into my mind whenever I let it run idle.

Not any fucking more.

I sweeped up more violently this time, angered by my own thoughts.

I needed...

I plopped in my bed, staring at the evening sun. I stopped turning on my phone, as I had hundreds of calls from Bree, Elijah and him. Even from Lucas which was a shock. I missed Elijah.

I swallowed, trying to keep the tears out of my eyes.

I had to understand that this was the path I chose.

It wasn't him controlling my mind and manipulating me into his trap.

I let my heart take control and I was so tired.

"You alright?" He knocked on my door, running to my side to see the tears on my face.

"Just peachy." I replied, sniffling as I wiped my tears and looked at him. "What's up?" He gave me that look of pity, I sighed, putting on my shoes and standing up.

"I brought back some dinner?" He said it as more of a question than a statement, I nodded, going down the steps.

We ate in silence that night, it wasn't like it was the first night we did that, but it felt heavier that time.

I remembered the first time I came to this home. Tear stained face with mascara running down it, wearing a beautiful dress. I honestly would've taken a photo if I wasn't so disappointed.

He hugged me and didn't let go until I slept that first night, we didn't talk much the next few, mainly because once he left for work, he usually got back so late I would already be sleeping.

The first few months made me sick. I wouldn't leave my room sometimes, crying myself to sleep. I wanted him to hurt as much I did, I wanted him to fucking cry like I did. That man would never understand the pain that he made for me, the new fear he created.

"Next week I have dinner's all through the week, so don't wait up for me, I'll probably be getting home way later than usual." He said, putting his plate into the sink.

It was quiet.

Once he left, I let my fork fall to my full plate, sitting in the only room that was lit that night.

I turned my phone on, looking at the calls.

Elijah...

Bree...

I looked at the calls he gave me, every day around the same time. I looked at the texts, Bree stopped after the first day, she only asked "wya" and never asked again. I smiled at the irony.

Elijah texted me almost everyday, telling me to bring my black ass home or else. My fingers twitched as it fell over his name. I clicked it.

Everyday for the past 5 and a half months, he texted me a little paragraph.

KD: 1: I can't focus on work without you here. Please. You may never understand why I act the way I do, but you'll never be able to if you don't come back.

KD: 100: I stopped trying. I just need to know your safe. The thought that you might be in some ditch because we didn't call the police... I know you want your space, but give me a hint to know your alive and safe?

KD: 154: I love you.

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I wiped the tears that fell on my phone, turning my phone off.

"Was that him?" I heard Kwan's voice behind me, the aura in the room shifted.

"Yeah." He took a deep sigh, his hand covering his mouth.

"Who's side are you fucking-" he turned around, walking back and forth for a moment.

I stuttered, not knowing what to say or why he was mad.

Maybe my problem was the belief I needed someone to help heal me.

He only looked at me, sucking his teeth before walking off, his footsteps heavy.

I put my head in my hands.

I felt more lonely than I did by myself.

Bree and Elijah were all I had...

And I didn't want to admit that regardless of what he did.

I loved Kang Dak-Ho.