Obsession

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I started to listen to this song by Shawn Mendes and it reminded me of Parker so much. Just listen to the lyrics and you'll agree with me!

Jamie's P.O.V.

Of course I kissed him. I had to although it was awful, I mean I never though someone could be that bad at kissing. So far my plan is working. I hate acting like this with anyone other than Brad. He is what got me through the horrid kiss, I imagined that Parker was Brad. I'm surprised that he fell for all my lies, but what really surprised me the most is when he watched me brush myself off. I didn't think he was such a pervert but hey what boy isn't?

"Your go," Parker nudged me.

"Oh, sorry," I apologize to him. We were playing Monopoly, which I was totally kicking his butt at. I took my turn and returned to daydreaming about life outside this horrid house. I know I've only been here for a day, but with no electronics and just me and Parker it feels like forever, "I'm getting kind of hungry, what time is it?"

He twists his body around to look at the clock behind him, "Eight. I guess it is kinda late wanna eat?"

"Of course," didn't I just tell him I was hungry? I don't know how long it will take for him to leave me alone long enough for my to escape, but can it come sooner please?

We both retreat back to the kitchen to find something to eat, "Hot dogs?" I look up from the closet I was currently digging through. Parker was holding up a package of hot dogs and buns with a smile that stretched to the sky.

"I'm game," I take the items from his hands and pop them in the microwave. We eat in silence. It didn't matter to me but he seemed a bit bothered.

After indulging on hot dogs, juice boxes, and apples I pick up my dishes getting ready to pit them in the dishwasher when a hand wraps around my arm. I gasp at the sudden movement from Parker.

"Could we try that kiss again?" I really wasn't in the mood for a kiss right now, but I have to keep this façade up so I smile. If I was the serial killer in this situation I would have thrashed his throat by now, but just thinking about all the blood that there would be got me a bit squeamish.

"I would love to," but I don't, "But I- this isn't a romantic place?" It sounded more like a question then a statement. I didn't know how he would take it. His eyes looked desperate but I knew there was something darker lurking under his skin, and I was smart enough to know not to lure it out.

"I can fix that," Parker gets up from his chair and walks over to me. He isn't going to kiss me, is he? Instead of kissing me, he takes the objects out of my hands, and sets them down. I open my mouth to protest but he stops me by putting his pointer finger on my mouth. He grabbed hold of my wrist, which I was fine with due to the fact that I didn't want to hold his clammy hand, and started to pull me through the halls of this twisted house.

We ended in the room that we slept in that night. He placed me in the middle of the room next to the bed before to returning to close the door unnecessarily slow. While doing so I could visibly see his breathing quicken. He better not be getting any ideas, and try anything with me tonight. I am really not in the mood.

He turns around and licks his lips. I stared at him but he felt no need to even glance at me. He is going to try something tonight. I thought that I would be gone before he got these urges, but once again I was wrong.

"Parker," my voice sounded scared. I need to build up a wall again before he senses something wrong.

"Do you believe in us?" he holds a hand out with his eyebrows raised.

No. I admit to myself.

"Yes," I place my delicate hand within his. He was so welcoming and I hated him for it. He tuggs me onto the bed and pins me underneath him.

"Parker think about this," I play with his collar frantically, "Do you know what your doing?"

"Of course I know what I'm doing. It's human nature to know," he laughs.

"No like metaphorically and emotionally. Do you know what your doing?" I hope he gets what I'm saying now. I don't want to have to repeat myself.

"Yes, I think we are ready for this," he brushed my hair aside, "We have progressed together enough that I believe we are ready."

Although I didn't agree with him I didn't say anything. He didn't even ask me if I thought we were ready. I made it through a kiss but I don't think I'll make it through this with just a façade up.

***

I fell asleep after a bit. But not after going through the horror in my mind again and again. I will never speak about what heappened in that room that night. No one will force me to, not even if they tortured me. I have reason to believe that it was worse than the kiss we shared.

Parker fell asleep next to me with a protective arm around me. It took him a few minutes, but eventually he fell asleep. His breathing patterens slowed and became softer on my neck.

Instead of wallowing in self pitty realize that I need to explore this house and maybe find something that will help me in here. Like to help me escape or force him to let me go.

I got out of the bed, quite skillfully I might add, and put some clothes on. It was the same ones as before and to be honest I was getting tired of them, so I looked around the room going through closets and drawers finally settling for blue jeans and a cream colored sweater.

When I opened the door it didn't make a sound which I was thankful for. That's when I knew which room I was going next.