The Obsession

Stay Apart

*Jason's POV*

I shifted in the bed and moaned as a sharp and acute pain crept up my leg.

I won't be able to walk for a while...

Y/N appeared at the doorway of the room, and a smile slowly formed on my face.

"Come here baby." I murmured, motioning to an empty spot on my bed.

She came closer to me, but stopped when she was about a foot away.

"How's your leg?" She questioned softly.

"It hurts..." I said.

"But I'll survive the pain."

Y/N nodded in agreement then stayed quiet.

"I have something to say." She finally spoke up.

"I want to go home."

*Your POV*

Jason shifted his gaze directly into my eyes.

"I-I'm sorry, but I can't stay with you anymore Jason. It's only a matter of time before all of the shooting, the drugs, and the violence drive me completely insane. I was forced to watch you get beat up by thugs. Forced to watch you bleed and hear you cry out in agony. Forced to see you unconscious and helpless while I escaped the danger with Mark. That sort of thing can make a person crazy...my mind can't take this anymore." I explained to him.

"I care about you Jason, but I have to leave."

He stared at me for a while before speaking.

"You say you care about me, but do you really?" He asked.

"Tell me, did you care when you shunned my affection? Did you care when you almost got me killed? Did you really care about me when you tried to end my life? I'm a criminal Y/N. I deal with drugs, I use guns, and I've killed people before. I've been through it all. And I've been through it ten times worse than you ever have. Tell me how I do this for a living and always end up okay."

"But you don't." I countered.

"Jason, every time you rob a bank, or trade with drugs, a part of you fractures. I've seen it in your eyes when we've completed missions. You glorify the success of committing another crime, yet you know that your actions go against how you really feel. This is not the real you. I know you're more than a reckless criminal who fights and kills and hurts innocent people. Sure, you think that your crimes don't affect you. But the truth is, you've already gone mad."

Which is why you're so desperate, clingy, and obsessed.

You need something to cope with what you're doing to yourself.

Unfortunately Jason, I am not that something.

"Y/N, that's ridiculous. I love you, and that's all that matters." He argued, sitting up in his bed.

"No, you don't. You've been confusing your obsessed ways for love ever since you brought me to your house. Jason, you want to believe that you love me. You crave the very emotion itself. And you want me to return the feeling. But in reality, you don't know what love is."

Jason looked bewildered and extremely upset.

"Yes I do! I love you Y/N, and you can't leave me! Ever!" He insisted.

Dead silence rose into the room.

Why am I so in love with this psycho?

"Please Y/N, just let me love you." He sobbed.

"I'm sorry for everything I've done to you, but I need you with me. You're all that I have. Let me hold you and cuddle you and...and treat you like you're really mine."

In utter silence, I sat on his bed.

"Thank you." He whispered.

He wrapped his strong arms around my waist rested his chin on my shoulder.

His grip on me gradually became more dominant and tight.

"Can I get a moment by myself?" I inquired.

"Just a few more minutes of cuddling?" He pleaded.

This is more like wrestling than cuddling, if you asked me.

But I didn't want an upset Jason so I went along with it.

Soon enough, he started to kiss my neck and hold me against the wall.

His hands traveled down my hips to my legs, and he pulled off his shirt.

"I really don't-" I started to say.

"Just listen to daddy, okay?" He winked.

Daddy?

I struggled immensely in his grasp and slid off of the bed.

"I'm gonna go now." I said in a hurry.

"Bye!"

I scurried from the room.

What a nightmare.

That's the end of Part 25 :)
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