Unwanted Obsession

19. Luke

His intoxicating breath falls around my neck. I stay still. Not wanting the cold silver against my throat to slice me. "Where's Jason?" I managed to spit out. He growl's disappointedly. He clearly doesn't like him. Why? Because I date him? Am I still dating Jason? We never talked about it. ITS BEEN THREE FUCKING DAYS FOR GOD SAKE! Or four? Who even knows at this point? I'm losing my mind!

Xavier sighs. "He'll be here in a second. Just wait, Red." He pressed a kiss to the back of my neck, making my skin crawl. I look back at him. Disgusted and with hatred. What a dick.
"What have you fucking done!?" I shout out. Pissed off. While he just chuckled darkly.
"What I had to. To keep you, Red. I love you, and I want you to be able to see that." He whispers into my ear with his now unattractive voice to me. He's fucking insane. I look away.

He sighs. "Fine, if you want your little boy toy back, I'll go get him." And with that he pushes himself away, pulling away the knife allowing me to let out a breath I didn't know I was holding back. He walks into the bathroom. Then I realise. I'm in the basement again. The place he made me cry. The bastard. I try to pull at the ropes, but it's no use. They're tied perfectly just like his plan. He's clearly not well. Hell maybe even yandere like. How did I love him before? Why am I only realising how bad he is now? You fucking idiot Luke!

The door opens again and I quickly stop tugging at the ropes. My eyes widen in shock and fear as in rolls a horribly disturbing corpse of Jason on a wheel chair being rolled in front of me. The left half of his face is fully burnt. His jaw hanging off only holding up by a bit of his bone being visibly seen. His left eyes gone and I see myself staring right into the abyss of his eye socket. His forehead has several stab wounds in it. His throat slit and I can see inside his bones. I feel sick to my stomach. He's not crazy. He's

Tears fill my eyes mentally deranged. He starts laughing at the body as he walks behind me and grabs my shoulders. Leaning down to whisper in my ear. "Don't cry Red. You've already wasted tears on this poor excuse for a man. Let me love you." He hugs me by my neck. I want to throw up. I want to cry. I want to scream. But nothing comes out. The tears fall down my cheeks like waterfalls. I want to die. I don't want to see the boy I fell in love with in front of me mutilated. He's only 16. Life cut short by the hands of Xavier.

His hands trail over my shoulders and collarbone until I see an unsettling thought appear in his head. He pushes me forward. "Shhh, don't talk. It'll be over soon. And before you know it? You'll be mine, and no one will be able to deny it!" And with that he grabs his knife out his pocket and yanks my hoodie and T-shirt up. Exposing my back. My body freezes.
"W-WAIT! XAVIER WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" I scream out, terrified out my mind. While he just stands there and chuckles.

He kisses my head. "Shhh, just relax." And suddenly my back is in pain. He's carving something across my entire back. I scream. The pain feeling like it's setting my skin on fire. Tears rush down like a tsunami. But he just smiles as he keeps carving whatever this sick bastard is doing. I scream and scream to the point my throat goes dry. Once he finishes i pant loudly as I sob. Sounding ugly, but I didn't care. I could feel the blood running down my back.

"There...now everyone will know your mine." He says sickly while kissing the side of my neck. My body trembles as I look back at him.
"W-what d-did you d-do?" I ask, terrified for my life. What kinds sicko does this to someone they claim to love? It's insane!
"Simple, I carved X.B into your back, my initials." He starts to kiss over the carving he just made. I want to disappear. My eyes are staring forward right into Jason's lifeless eye.

My backs burning. My eyes stinging. My body trembling every second like an earthquake just hit. "I love you, Luke. I love you so much. Please understand I did this for your sake." Another kiss. "I did this so nobody will ever try to touch you." Another kiss. "And the second they'd try they'll realise you belong to me." Another kiss. I stay quiet. Speechless. I want to be on Jason's position. Dead.

He starts to lick the blood that's starting to dry from my back that was dripping. I don't even want to see the damage he's caused. I feel it. I'll feel it when I lay on my back. I'll feel it when I get changed in the changing rooms and people see. There'll always be this horrid reminder of him left on me skin. And no amount of hickeys, bite marks or bruises can replace that.

He brings his finger up and traces over the massive cut made in my back. I feel everything. Him tracing the X. From my shoulder to my lower back. I hate it. I hate him. I feel broken. Why didn't I try to escape before? Why did I have to get attached? Why did I have to fall in love with this sick son of a bitch! WHY!? I can't help it. Tears are falling quicker. He said I'd never get hurt when with him. That I'm safe with him. Did I seriously let myself get drawn in with a fantasy? And get blinded from reality?

Suddenly I hear a knock at the door. Xavier stops his movement of his finger. Being at the end of the B. He looks over at the door and raises an eyebrow. Before either of us could blink, the door gets smashed down. And police officers and SWAT teams burst through. All I can think of in that moment are two words.
Help me.