Obsessive (Sequel to Excessive)

Chapter 116.

ARABELLA CASPER

It took a while but once I finally got him to sit back down on the couch and relax did I finally decide to take in his presence. His body looked more toned and defined, as if in the short time we've been apart he's been working out. His muscles strained against his t-shirt even more so then they did before, his stomach looked more toned as his t-shirt was stuck to his body with sweat.

His dark tattoos against the contrast of his muscles made me wonder just what he's be doing since we've been apart. Something felt different now that we were together again. It was as if a magnet was hovering over us, trying to bring us closer together. My mind was going a mile a minute but somehow, with this boy sitting in front of me, I let myself relax in this moment.

"I'm not mad at you for shooting him. Not after what you said in the note" I began.

"Yeah but, Arabella.."

"I'm not done" I said making him bite his lip and nod.

"Sorry"

"I'm worried for him. The thought of him dying scares me to no end. He's my brother I don't want him to die, but I also do not agree with what he has done in the past" I said.

"I've done some bad things myself" he said quietly.

"Yes you definitely have, but so has he. What he did that day was unforgivable just as much as you keeping everything from me was" I said.

"I'm sorry" he said.

"I knew you were different, I knew that you lacked something in your life. You needed love and support in a world of weakness. Everything you do, is based on how you were taught. My brothers were taught to never back down from anything, never let anyone walk over you. You were taught the same thing, maybe not exactly but similar. Your father without even knowing taught you how to grow a shell, how to build up these walls that will never be knocked down. The difference between our fathers is that, mine was tough love yours was merciless" I said.

"There is to a certain point I can only blame so much on my father" he said.

"I definitely agree, but there's somethings Harry that are completely out of your control" I said.

"I know"

"What you did tonight, was not a bad thing, well maybe but not in my eyes. You had to do that, there was no other way" I said.

"It doesn't feel that way"

"It should"

"I feel like every time I do something and you forgive me, it's out of luck" he said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I've done so much to you, and when you don't do anything after the fact, I feel like just by luck I got away with it" he said.

"There's certain things that a person can get so mad over. It's killing me not knowing whether my brother is dead or alive, but it's also killing me knowing that for all those years you were blamed from something you didn't do" I said.

"But I did do it" he said.

"Not intentionally, if it wasn't for my brothers jealously my father would be here today" I said.

"Why does it feel like your trying to make an excuse for every wrong I make" he said.

"Every bad has a good intention" I said.

"I was not obsessed with you" he said.

"I know that" I said.