To escape the monsters that had come to kidnap her and use her healing power of everlasting life, for evil; Alyia decides that leaving her home and everything she loved behind was her only option. To save herself and those like her partner Chris, wh...
I've made more mistakes with in the past month than my entire life... and somehow each of those mistakes comes back to her. But none of it was her fault. Just my approach and reaction was the kicker.
I should have never let my fears consume. So much so; I couldn't think of her life without me in it. It became crucial that I got her to open up to me... but even then, after years of working at her, she was too scared to get as close as I wanted her to be. I was afraid that she was going to leave me, and rightfully so was that feeling. A feeling I couldn't shake, in which grew a twisted desire to have her mentally, physically and spiritually and to get it by any means.
I desired such things as anyone does before becoming obsessed and obsessed with the idea and fear she'd leave me... Fear she'd move on. Fear she build a family with that creature, unwillingly.
And shamefully I waited until time was up to do something. Thus, forcing me to believe that having her sexually, and having her filled with my sperm became somewhat logical. Time was up and I had to do something. I had to be discrete. I had to do it quickly and efficiently. Most importantly without being obvious. Obvious that my plan had worked and happy that I'd finally connected our lifelines together.
Once doing so; I was okay with watching her leave and I didn't realize how thoughtless that was until she was gone. I didn't realize that in a moment of lost and despair, she was going to need me and I, her.
Being around her was truly an amazing experience- she was shy, reserved, mysterious even. After talking to her long enough, she had opened up to me. Explaining what troubled her most, explaining her interest, even the small incidents that happened in her day, and she'd talk about them to me. She'd even call me to pick her up from class when she'd skip. Without realizing it I had fell in love by being around her for so long. Yet, it took me years to say anything. It took me years to ever express those feelings to her. I suppressed them for a couple of reasons.
One of those reasons would be because I was in an off and on relationship with this girl, I met in grade 12, Monica.
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I had planned to cut things between us. Once high school ended, and I went off to college, but Monica had other plans. After we broke up, she became a little obsessive over me. She applied to the same college I was accepted into. Although she had plan not to go to a college but to continue her modeling job, full time. She then would take it upon herself, to find me each day, to talk to me. I didn't want to be a bad guy, so I tried to be nice and speak to her. But she took advantage of that and started making advances on me. She became ridiculously flirty, and I couldn't help myself, this landed me in her bed. So, that situation went on for maybe two months into the first semester. But I started to feel really broken and useless after our 'fun' , so I had to quit. I had to quit falling into her trap, so I called her up and said we needed to talk.
