His Obsession

Chapter Four

Damian

We finally got to my place. Charlotte was still in shock. I don't know what's going on in her pretty mind or in her life, but I will fight and protect her till my last breath.

"Are you okay, cupcake?" I asked when we got to the mansion.

She shook her head, a single tear sliding down her cheek.

"I'm scared," she said, staring at the floor.

"No one is going to hurt you. You're safe." I said, hugging her.

She nodded, relaxing a bit. We moved to the living room, and one of the maids approached us.

"The room you requested has been arranged. Also, the clothing and other necessities have been arranged as well," she informed.

"Thank you," I said.

She gave a curt nod and left immediately. I led her to her room. It was arranged as I asked, with flowers and lots of teddy bears. The wardrobe and drawers were also stocked. I needed her to feel comfortable and at home. The only place I'll like her to be is close to me, right beside me in bed, where I can wake up every morning to a beautiful face. But I can't push her to do something she's not ready for or doesn't want to do.

"Feel at home, cupcake. My room is right opposite yours. Feel free to let me know if you need anything." I spoke.

"I don't really know how to thank you enough," she said. "I feel like I'm being a burden on you," she continued.

"First of all, don't ever think you're being a burden on me." I hugged her tighter. "And you should stop thanking me. You make it feel like you don't deserve anything in this world." I continued.

She nodded. "But still...."

"No buts, cupcake." I chuckled, making her smile. I'm happy she's happy.

"I'll have the maid bring your dinner to your room." I told her.

"Oh no, I'll come down to the dining area."

"Okay, anything that is okay for you." I pecked her cheek. "I'll join you for dinner later," I said, leaving the room for her to do her routine.

I went straight into my private office and sat down. I was lost in thought. Who could it be ransacking through her apartment? She didn't complain about anything being missing. I don't know whether it's because I advised her not to touch anything to help the search team find just the intruder's prints. She looked scared when we were coming back, and I don't know whether it was because Tony scared her. She told me she was scared when we got her. I don't want to push her to talk; maybe she'll come tell me what's going on.

I went to my room, took a quick shower, and dressed up in a pair of sweatpants, a white cotton t-shirt, and some flip flops. I descended to the dining area, seeing that Charlotte was already seated. She was simply dressed in a pair of shorts and a black vest. Her hair is still in a bun, and I don't know why I don't want it that way. Maybe I can take a peek at her when she falls asleep, or I'll have to manage without seeing her hair down. I took a seat right beside her.

"When you said you were coming down later, I wasn't expecting you to be here, as in, now," she said, making me smirk.

"Yeah, I'm not one to let you dine alone, so I'm here." She nodded with that smile that calms my dark world.

We started eating after dinner was served. I watched as she ate, taking her time and thanking those who served us. Her character is something I took notice of, and I admire her for that. And I don't know if what I have for her is obsession, addiction, or lust. But what I do know is that I don't want what I have for her to end. It feels so real, and it brings me so much peace inside that I don't know if this is what it feels like to be alive.

"What would you like to watch?" I asked as we got settled in the theater.

"I don't know. We can pick any movie at random," she suggested.

"Okay."

We decided to watch some comedy. I lost focus on the series we were watching. All I wanted to hear was the sweet melody of her laughter. Unconsciously, I buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the coconut and vanilla scent she had. I noticed that when I hugged her today, which was the way I had them get her necessities in the said natural smell. Her perfume and other fragrances had the smell of flowers, which I also realized today.

I felt her wrap her arms around me, sighing softly. She fell asleep soon after, with her soft, relaxed breaths confirming that. Putting the television off, I took her to her room. Pulling the covers over her sleeping body, I placed a light kiss on her cheek, watching a little smile appear on her cute lips. Gently closing the door, I went straight to my side. Tossing my shirt to a nearby chair, I lay in bed.

I don't know why I feel this way. I've never felt that way before, even when I was with Pamela. I can't seem to wrap my mind around it. Well, all I can do is try to get some sleep. I decided to hang out with Charlotte, but I didn't even plan our activities together. I don't even know what I want us to do in the first place. Maybe in the morning, I'll ask her. She might have had ideas or plans I decided to destroy. With her in mind, I drifted off to sleep.

"Do you ever think your love story will be a lovely one? Do you think anyone will love a monster like you? You're incapable of love. You're going to hurt her in the end. Love is not for you." He punched me over and over again. I was on the ground, bleeding from all the beatings I had received. "You'll never be up to expectations. You'll never be my son." he screamed.

I woke up with cold sweat all over me. It's not the first time I've had these dreams, and I don't know when I'll stop getting them. I gave up on getting any sleep, like always. Anytime I close my eyes, I get flashbacks and images of my past—not something I like, but it's part of me now. There was a slight knock on the door. I answered the door, and it was my sunshine.

"Cupcake...." I didn't know how to finish my sentence. She came in, hugging me. My hands went straight into her hair, combing through her long, black, wavy locks. I remember putting her in bed with her bun intact. I have to snap out of my trance and stop acting like an idiot.

"What's wrong, cupcake?" I asked her.

"I had a nightmare, and he wanted to kill me."

I don't know if God was answering my prayers or if He knew what I needed.

"Do you trust me?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"You're safe with me; I'll protect you. No one will hurt you."

She nodded, hugging me tighter.

"Do you want to talk about it now or later?"

"I will tell you everything tomorrow morning if you're not busy."

"I can never be too busy to be with you." I answered. Come," I said, dragging her to my bed. "Sleep beside me." I whispered.

She climbed into the bed, with me pulling the cover over us. Placing her head on my chest, with me pulling her closer, one leg over the other, the sleep I was giving up on finally arrived, drawing me into a peaceful slumber.