Obsessed

thirty-seven | forgiveness

June

"Get away from me!" She yells

I haven't seen the beauty in nearly a month. The frown on her face causes an ache in my heart, knowing that I'm probably the reason for it.

I knew my girl, she's beyond stubborn, and considering our toxic past, her being able to forgive me wouldn't be an easy task. But there's nothing that could stop me from making this right.

"Let me explain Amirlya, please."

"No! You think you could just come back into my life after you literally ghosted me like I was a nobody? You can't do that June! Now get away from my fucking door before I call my RA."

Little did she know that I paid her RA to not interrupt my speech here. I stand in front of her door, blocking her entrance, it was the only place I could think of where she couldn't run away from. I needed to win her back, and I had to limit as many obstacles as possible that would lessen my chances at resolving this.

"Let me explain Lya please, this whole thing is a misunderstanding, I didn't ghost you, I just had to focus on other things..."

"On what? Fucking other girls? Going on vacations? Living your little luxury life while I'm hurting cause some stupid boy won't text me?" Her voice cracks and there goes that ache again.

"None of that! I would never betray you like that, you know how much I love you—"

Love. A word I was fighting so hard not to use, but it was inevitable, I am in love with Amirlya and there was no point in hiding it.

She gives me an unreadable look as silence clouds us, I just know behind these thin walls there's nosy students listening to our drama unfold, and I hate that this confrontation had to be here out of all places.

"Love? You don't love me! You're just trying to use me and I won't let you! I won't let you June! This is over, and to think that I even started to like you—You won't play with my feelings again, this is the final time! I swea—"

"Sandra. All of this, my disappearance, not being able to call or text, it was cause of her."

She crossed her arms and sniffed, "W-what about her?" Lya says quietly.

"I'm assuming you've already found out, she died a while ago, before the news even covered it. Her death was spontaneous and considering my family is connected to the Gullock's, we had to deal with certain issues before I could focus on other...Things."

"What things?"

"Well for instance, as I already told you, we had a marriage contract, it's done now, that whole process had to be expunged. We also had to help plan the funeral, all these things Lya, they take time, I have responsibilities to uphold, I'm not saying that you aren't a priority because you are and always will be, but I had no choice. I had to ignore my personal affairs to deal with the situation at hand. Aside from her death, there was also someone else's, the bartender."

Her eyes dilated at the mention of that prick. The story was simple, she killed herself, her dad was partially behind it, and the bartender was a catalyst for the whole thing. His death would be ruled as suicide, a twisted Romeo and Juliet situation. It was hysterical, but Merelda Vatican had a mind of her own, her elaborate ideas varied from pushing Sandra in front of a train to hiring an assassin. We settled on the one where it could easily be painted as a self-inflicted death.

"The bartender was Sandra's real lover, she never wanted me for me, she wanted the money that came with marrying me. After that...terrible night I had threatened him. And clearly my threats turned him apprehensive, come to find out, he also had an existing history of sexually assaulting girls. He knew what consequences were in store for him if I ratted him out. Shortly after that, he killed himself. Sandra of course was devastated. Her dad also didn't approve of  him. Their conflict is a little more messy, the details are all over the place. But to summarize, her and her dad started arguing over the idiot. One thing led to another, some foul words were exchanged, her father was severely pissed, and for some reason, he thought drugging his daughter was the best solution to dissolve the problem. All this drama Lya, you don't have a single clue of how much bullshit I've dealt with for the last three weeks cause of them."

"I-I—"

"It's okay if you don't know what to say, I'll admit everything to you. I'm in love with you Lya, I want every aspect of your existence, your body, your soul, I've felt the need to control you since the day my eyes landed on you. I'm not gonna bullshit my way around it anymore. I need to have you. You're one of a kind and if I can't claim you, then I promise, I'll make it hell for anyone that tries to attempt to get what's mine. Forgive me and my sudden disappearance. Forgive me and everything I've done to you in the past, I could care less that Sandra's gone, I'm glad she's dead, now it's just you and me."

There is a sparkle in her eyes, a reaction to my final statement. Deep down she felt the same way. Sandra was looking up at us and nothing could be better. The fact that I hadn't thought of getting rid of her sooner caused me great regret. Without her I'm finally free to love who I want. No boundaries, no Don yelling in ear about a bitch I could care less about. I had already found my wife, the mother of my children, and my soulmate.

"June d-don't say that, it's not a good thing—"

"Her death was needed. She deserves to burn in the deepest depths of hell, with her in the way I couldn't fully commit to you, my parents were against me, my best friend, shit even my butler. You don't understand, this contract has consumed most of my life. My eyes were always on you but now, now I can give you my all without the obstacles. You will never have to worry about Sandra or anyone like her again."

She looked at me in awe, speechless at my words, I knew deep down she was flattered.

"Lya, I know you need time to process all this but I'm impatient. I can't leave here without an answer."

I open her dorm room to reveal the tower of gifts, Anui helped me pick them one by one.

I know using materialism as an apology wasn't the way to go, but I wanted to do something kind for her, show her that I'm always there for her. That I'll always provide for her.

Her mouth hung open in shock, she eyed the gifts with raised eyebrows as she scanned the room of luxury goods. Coach, Aritzia, Cartier, Tiffany and Co, Lulu, Chanel...All the things a girl could ask for.

"Will you grant me the pleasure of being your boyfriend, my love?"