Obsessive (Sequel to Excessive)

Chapter 100.

Previously on Excessive...

His hand opened the door a bit, to reveal and extremely small dark room. I couldn't see a single thing as I stepped in completely. I heard a light switch on as the light as it flickered a little before finally remaining on. The room was extremely small and the walls were white but dusty. The floor was concrete and sitting at the base of the wall was a large desk filled with papers, but that's not what caught my attention.

What did, was the wall of T.V. screens littered above the desk. All of them were off and somewhat the same type. Flat screen, maybe a foot each. I heard footsteps behind me as I look at Harry who had tear marks running down his face. He brushed past me to the laptop that was on top of the desk under the papers. His hands fumbled with a few keys and entered a few passwords in before the screens were all lit up.

It took me a moment for my mind to figure out what was on the them, but sooner than later the familiar images announced themselves.

The screens showed video surveillance of my house.

My front lawn.

My front door.

My kitchen.

My living room.

The hallway.

My bedroom.

My thoughts were jumbled as the confusion of the entire situation was setting it. How long were these up? Did he know about me previous to kidnapping me? Was he stalking me? I turned around to face an extremely pale Harry. His eyes were teary and it look as if he would pass out any second now.

"W-What is-s this?" I asked quietly, my tone shaky.

His head drop in shame as his shaky weak voice rang through the room..

"My obsession"

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"Arabella? Sweetgirl? Can you talk to me?" Luchesi's voice rang through my ears.

My stare was blank as my mouth failed to move. It's been a week and a half since Harry's secret was out. I haven't been able to sleep and when I do, I wake up with nightmares of that day. I haven't eaten much, and when I do, I usually end up throwing it all up. I haven't left the spot on the bed in Luchesi's room at Anthony's house, even as people came in and out of the house to try to get me to speak.

Thoughts of that day run through my head like a slideshow...

"Harry! Talk to me!" I screamed shaking his shoulders.

His eyes were nearly lifeless as we stood in the small room. The monitors around me still projecting images of my house as Harry had been snapped into a trance. The gun that was being pointed at his temple was lowered, but Harry refused to act upon it. His body was rigid and his breathing was heavy. I just need to him to say something, anything, to justify himself from this situation.

"Arabella, you should leave him, clearly he isn't in the right state of mind" Elliot said making my anger flare up.