His Sick Obsessions

Chapter Thirty Five: Meme

She took her precious time getting dressed, when I came back into the room she was putting on her face.

"Why are you doing your make up?" I asked.
"For one, I'll never be caught dead without make up. Secondly, I would want to die pretty" She said fixing the winged eyeliner.
"You aren't going to die, we have each other okay?" I asked.

I needed her, I can't do this alone. Act like everything's fine when it's not fine. It really never is. She looked up at me with rimmed eyes, her mouth going slightly to the side.

"Yeah. I just... This is just too much. I need to get home, I just keep digging myself deeper" she said looking at her hands, "You said it yourself, he wants me dead. I don't know what to do".

"I'm going to get you home... This is all my fault" I said.

I felt exhausted even though I had done nothing all day.

"This isn't your fault" She argued.

In a way it wasn't and in a way it was. She started brushing through her hair, droplets falling on her clean shirt.

"Meme, come here" We both jumped at the sound of Daniels voice.

"Why?" I questioned.
"Now" He said narrowing his eyes.

Serena and I exchanged glances. I got up slowly, coming to him. He shut the door to my room behind us, setting a chair against the handle so Serena couldn't leave.

"Wha-" He cut me off by yanking my arm a little.

He didn't want to talk outside of my room. He pushed me into Serena's room, the cage part looked haunting.

"I want to establish some rules" His voice authoritative and annoying.

"James already gave me the run down" I told him.

"No, my rules. We need to set things straight" He snapped.

"...Okay" I said a little worried.

I didn't know his idea of love included a terms and conditions.

"As long as Serena's here I don't want you guys talking to each other. Only supervised contact" He said.

"What, why? That's not fair" I said.

"I could of easily killed her, I still can. I don't need her and I don't want her polluting you. Circumstance or not, she's not someone I want you around" He was beginning to sound like a cheap, movie parent.

"Are you going to keep pulling that card? 'I'll kill her if you'... I'm sick of it! I hate being played with. Just please, I can't..." I felt so frustrated.

How was I supposed to do anything if he kept dangling that over my head?

"Relax. What if we make a little compromise?" He played.

"What kind of compromise?" I asked.

"You can see her whenever you want, however, you move into my room. We sleep in the same bed and..." He stopped himself.

"And?" I questioned.

"We start acting more couple like" He said, a hand on my knee.

"I uh," I moved my knee away from him "I need my privacy" I began feeling more uncomfortable.

"Pick what you want" He urged.

He leaned back on the couch, getting more comfortable.

"I can't choose" I said.

He seems hell bent on forcing me to love him, so I don't know exactly how long I'll be here and how much I'll need my privacy. Yet again I do need Serena, it's not like I haven't shared a bed with him before.

When I was still deep in thought he spoke up, "Okay how about this, you can talk to her when she's in her room and we only share a bed four out of seven days a week".

I nodded slowly, I think that's the best deal I could get.

"I guess that works" I admitted.

"Good" He said before pecking my cheek. I pretended like I hadn't noticed that.

The compromise was perfect for him. Exactly where he probably wanted to lead me from the start of conversation. The weird thing is it's almost like he knew the promise I made to Serena. Too perfect of timing...