A couple of days later, the new university term began. True to his word, Toma agreed I could return to my studies but he still seemed resistant. I hated thinking that I needed permission to continue my education and worried I was losing myself. If he had his way, I would have remained at the flat to complete my studies remotely, or nit at all but I refuse to be hidden away and locked up like that.
However, he still refused to give me back my mobile phone, saying there was no need. I had no way of telling Mine and Sawa anything before university began. Toma wouldn't let me use social media over some insecurity that I would talk to other men. I was feeling exhausted by his antics and couldn't gather the determination to fight because it seemed futile.
That morning, I was still internally seething with Toma after what he did the other night and last night too. To think he didn't use a condom both times and seemed serious about getting me pregnant. The look in his eyes had frightened me the way he seemed so serious. I think I am too young to be starting a family and didn't want to get pregnant yet. I have to get to a pharmacy to buy the morning after pill since today would be the 72 hours since we had unprotected sex, but finding a way to be alone was going to be hard. I didn't want to be on the contraceptive pill before, due to the side effects and messing with my hormones but now it seemed the better option.
"Breakfast is ready Princess" Toma called from the kitchen, "If you don't get up you will be late!" He said in a sing song tone.
I groaned in the bed, my body not used to early mornings yet after so much time out of sync. Toma had kept me awake until late with his ravenous sex drive and I couldn't help feel he did it on purpose so I would be too tired to go back to uni today. I felt a renewed sense of determination and got out of the bed, refusing to let my tiredness get the better of me.
Toma had put out on the low table a selection of pastries and drinks, making it hard to maintain my annoyance with him. If I told anyone else that my fiancé got up early to make us breakfast and I was in a bad mood, they wouldn't understand and think I was ungrateful. I had to stay focussed so sat down on the floor in silence.
"You look sleepy tired" Toma pouted out, "Why don't you stay home today. One day wont make a difference" he encouraged.
I was eating a sweet pastry and paused, side glancing him. Biting my tongue was hard, knowing exactly what he was playing at and I refused to be persuaded. I poured myself a large cup of coffee and downed it, wincing when I realised it was too hot.
"Ugh!" I grimaced, but at least I was feeling more awake, "No. I am going back to University today no matter what" I said firmly, pouring another cup of coffee, "I'm going for a shower" I huffed annoyed, standing up.
Suddenly, Toma grabbed my wrist and looked at my hand. I frowned as I saw him press a kiss to my hand reverently.
"Your finger... is it still aching or do you think you can wear my ring? Toma asked, "You keep saying it's too sore but it looks fine to me. I would feel better knowing you are wearing your engagement ring today" the look in his eyes sent a shiver down my spine.
I hesitated, my mind racing as I tried to come up with a reasonable excuse, but the way he continued to grip my wrist, his hold tight and unyielding, was making me increasingly uneasy. The realization that I couldn't break free from his grip filled me with concern, a subtle sense of dread creeping.
"I will go for a shower and see if my ring fits after" I offered out, "Let go Toma" I said nervously,
His expression seemed reluctant to release me. Toma then stood up from the floor and my heart beat faster, seeing just how much bigger and taller he was than me now more than ever. He moved closer, making me nervous, his hold.on my wrist still there.
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Yandere Amnesia - Book 2
FanfictionWhen the rose-tinted haze of infatuation fades, you're left staring into the abyss of a love darker than you ever imagined. Your engagement to your obsessive fiancé, Toma, is suffocating-what once felt like devotion has become a prison of manipulati...