Obsessive

07

Molly

This is an out of body experience.

I want to be protected. I feel like I need to do something. But whoever this guy is, he's also kind of nice. Do I risk it and let him stay? Or am I risking it if I don't call for help.

Slowly, he drops the note and he wraps his arm around my back, pulling me closer to him. My body stiffens and I shift my weight, never breaking eye contact. I accidentally grind on his erection, wincing. He grunts and his grip around me tightens. A soft whimper escapes my lips and he groans quietly.

"Look... do you remember me?" He asks. I shake my head, my brain too scattered to think. "The mall" he encourages. Suddenly, it all comes flooding back. He's the guy who caught me. "Oh... fuck," I whisper.

Suddenly, I can't breathe. My chest rises and falls rapidly, and I feel lightheaded. I focus on his face, screaming internally. This is so fucked up on so many levels. I need to call the police or my mom or someone dammit.

"Hey, relax." He murmers, cupping my face with both of his hands. He leans down to look me eye to eye. "You're hyperventilating right now. Molly, I want you to breathe slowly." He talks me through it.

Somehow, we're on the floor and I'm holding his hands to my face. This has never happened to me before. I'm scared. I'm so scared.

"Breathe in." He says softly, sucking in a breath slowly. I do the same but I still sputter and gasp for air. "Breathe out." He nods at me when I follow his instructions.

Finally, after a few minutes, I've slowed my breathing. Now I'm sitting here, on my floor, holding his hands to my face.

"Are you good now?" He asks. I nod slowly, staring blankly at the ground. "Good girl," he praises, brushing my hair out of my face. My eyes snap up and they widen in shock.

What did he just say and why did I like it?

"L-look..." I start, my voice already shakey and scared. He meets my eyes and he looks calm and content. What, you do this all the time? You're just oh-so-happy to be here?

"I won't tell anyone if you just leave me alone."

A beat of silence passes between us. Then he bursts into laughter. His hands leave my face and he falls onto his butt, sitting down in front of me.

"Darling, what makes you think I want to leave you alone?" He asks, tilting his head. He wears an amused expression. I swallow hard and tears threaten to burst. "Please," I beg, my voice shaking. "I don't want this."

His expression softens and he clicks his tongue, leaning forward and grabbing my chin gently. He tilts my head from side to side, searching my face. Then he smiles. It sends a shiver up my spine.

"You don't want this?" He pouts fakely. "Weren't you just saying how I keep your life interesting?" He asks, his tone cocky. I think really hard on when I would have said that. "To Delilah." He hints.

My stomach rolls again and I feel my dinner rising in my throat. I swallow again, struggling to keep calm.

"You were in my room." I mutter, feeling dizzy. "Yeah... just trying to figure you out." He shrugs, letting go of my face and leaning back again. "Figure me out?" I question, my voice raising in distress. He doesn't answer me.

"Let me make it easy for you," I hiss, slowly standing up. "I don't want some creepy ass man following me around!" I shout. The guy only chuckles again. He stands too, stepping closer. I press against the wall, my heart hammering.

"Say that again. Call me a man, because that's what I am. And that's what you want. Not some emo kid who leaves you out to dry."

His eyes burn into my own. I can't tell if he's angry or annoyed but he's definitely serious.

"You are touched starved. But you don't want some kid's hands all over your body, do you? No. You want someone who will treat you right. Someone who will love and cherish you and give you all the attention and affection that you fucking deserve."

Tears well in my eyes and I feel like he opened my chest and poked at my heart. How dare he talk to me this way.

"You don't know me." I say, glaring up at him. "Keep telling yourself that. Because so far, I've proved you wrong." Then he leans in closer, pausing next to my ear.

"I'm the one who will treat you like a woman. Not some slut. So think about me tonight while you can't sleep. I'll keep sending you my love letters and you get to decide if we become this close again. Sound like a deal?"

He pulls back and quirks an eyebrow at me. My heart thrums loudly in my ear, adding onto my anger. "Get out of my house." I demand. "If I see you again, I'll call the cops."

He grins, stepping away from me. His eyes scan my body before he chuckles lightly. Then, he turns and walks out the door. A minute later, the front door slams shut and I hear a car start up.

Unsure what to do, I stand there for a moment. Then, when I snap out of it, I go and take a shower. A very long shower. I scrub my body until my skin is raw and red. But I feel blank... numb.

After cleaning up the broken lamp, I crawl back in bed and hold my covers close to my face. I stare at the ceiling, thinking of everything but also nothing.

I'm not tired anymore. I'm not scared. I'm not happy or secure. I feel disappointed in myself. How could I let someone touch me and talk to me that way? And why did I like some of it? And why did he get me so right?

Fuck, now I'm thinking about him. Just like he said I would.