His Psychotic Obsession

Chapter twenty-one

Rowan

I shift in the uncomfortable office chair as Mr.Carson rambles on about profits to his business. I stare down the long table, bored and ready to get out of this meeting.

As if reading my thoughts, my phone rings in my pocket.

Mr.Carson stops talking and everyone looks at me. I dig my phone out of my pocket and see Elliot's contact.

Hitting the answer button, I bring the phone up to my ear. "This better be good Elliot."

"Something happened to Elara."

My breathing stops, and I jump out of my chair, "Sorry gentlemen, I have to go."

Mr.Carson stumbles, "But sir-" I ignore him and grab my stuff and rush out the door. "What happened?" I ask.

Elliot sighs, "I'm not sure. We were having a good time at the club and Elara went to the bathroom, came back looking frightened and demanded to go home. We're on our way home now."

I pinch my nose, "Is she hurt?" There's shuffling on the other end, "Doesn't look like it. She just looks shaken up. She's not telling us anything till we get home."

I nod, "I'm on my way."

I hang up, shoving my phone into my pocket.

I'm speeding down the highway, though Elara's not in grave danger, I feel the need to be by her this very moment. A thousands thoughts run in my head. What could have made her so scared?

By the time I pull into the driveway, Xanders car is already parked. I open the door, and slam it, not grabbing any of my stuff.

I rush up the steps, then open the door, "Elara?" I call out.

I walk into the living room where Elliot, Xander, and Natalia sit.

"She's in her room." Natalia says, standing up. I start to walk towards the stairs when Natalia puts a hand on my arm, "Maybe not push it tonight? She didn't really seem to be in a talking mood."

I shake my head, "Maybe not to you."

I continue up the stairs, coming to a stop in front of her door. I gently knock, "Elara?"

When she doesn't answer, I open the door gently, and close it behind me.

I glance at her discarded dress and heel on the ground. "Elara?" I call out once more.

The bathroom door opens, revealing her in white silk Pjs, her hair in a braid, all makeup removed from her face.

She sighs, "I don't want to talk tonight."

I walk up to her, putting my hands on her face and searching for any injury. "Your okay?" I ask

She nods, stepping out of my hands and goes around me.

She climbs onto her bed, picking at her fingernails.

I sigh, following her and sitting at the edge of the bed. I stare at the floor, siting in silence for a few moments. I look up when I hear sniffling.

Elara stares down at her hands, stray hair covering her face. I move closer and tuck the hair behind her ears. Silent tears fall from her cheeks.

"Amore." I whisper, bringing my thumb under her chin and lifting her head up.

She stares at me with fresh tears on her waterline. "Please talk to me."