-Unhealthy Obsession-

.6. Warming Up

Andrew

I think Mia has learned her lesson. Ever since she got her punishment, she's been a good little girl and I've been rewarding her with small kisses. Win-win situation.

Currently, we sat on the couch, watching The Flash on Netflix. I had my arm around her as she leaned on me. It was the feeling I've always imagined having. I was totally caught in the moment. Everything seemed so perfect right now. The feeling was more incredible than it was just imagining it.

So far, we've watched three episodes of The Flash, Mia seeming to enjoy herself. This is a moment I wanted to capture. I carefully peeled myself away from her and stood up. She looked at me but said nothing. I went to my room and grabbed my camera on my nightstand.

I turned it on and walked back to her. "Mind if I take a picture?" I smiled sweetly. She shook her head and I got on one knee, looking through the lens. She gave a tight lipped smile and I snapped a few photos.

I looked at the results and had to delete two because they were a little blurry. I sat beside her, turning the camera around. I leaned onto her, smiling wide. I snapped a few photos and looked at them.

"Ooh look!" I gasped, showing the small screen to her. "I like this one. Do you?"

She looked at me and smiled sweetly. "Yeah. It looks amazing, Drew."

That made my stomach flutter. I was finally making her happy. That's all I ever wanted in life. I turned off the camera and set it beside the couch, closing my eyes and leaning on my sweet Angel. Before I knew it, I was asleep.

***

When I woke up, everything was dark and my feet were cold. I blinked my eyes and rubbed them, letting them adjust to the dark. What time was it? I looked around and saw I was still on the couch, but my Angel was gone. Is she asleep?

I stretched and stood up, making my way to her door. I knocked on it and waited for an answer. I opened it slightly and peeked inside. I squinted in the dark, seeing a small figure on the bed, the nightlight not reaching across the room.

I slowly shut the door and sighed. Great, now I wasn't tired anymore. I went to my room  and plopped on my bed. I looked at my alarm clock and saw it was almost one. I groaned. I got under the covers and tried to force myself to sleep. I can't have my schedule going off the rails; I still have plans for my Angel and I. Since she's here now, I don't have a reason to check on her. I know she's safe and sound in her room, fast asleep.

I pinched my eyes shut and tried to sleep again. It almost seemed impossible just tossing and turning for an hour. Mia was finally here with me...so...why do I feel....off?

Mia

As I brushed my teeth, I looked myself in the mirror. How did I let this happen? I should just grab a knife and stab him a thousand times.

But I can't do that...I can't kill people. Even though I've really wanted to. It's ironic that I've wanted to do it to myself, but the only reason I'm still here was because I was a wimp.

There was a really low point in my life.

I spat into the sink and rinsed out my mouth, going back to my room to draw. I was stopped when I felt hands on my hips and a chin on my shoulder. I had to stop myself from running away.

"Good morning, baby." I felt him smile and pepper my neck with kisses. Eugh.

"Good morning, Andrew." I replied quietly.

"Did you sleep well?"

"I slept fine." I wiggled away from his grip. I felt him grab tighter and turn me around.

"Hey..." His voice didn't seem angry. "What's wrong?" His dark eyes stared down at me.

"Nothing." I shrugged. He was quiet for a second.

"Are you mad at me?" I tried to make my scoff as believable as possible.

"Why would I be mad at you, Andrew? Look what you've done for me. I appreciate everything and all your hard work." I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. Ugh that was hard.

He gave a shy smile, pulling me into a hug. "You're welcome, sweetheart." he said in my ear. He let go and I walked back to my room. I quickly shut the door and shuddered, wiping my lips and neck. Yuck how long do I have to do this for?

Does everyone seriously think I'm dead? Are they even looking for my body? I need someone to rescue me! I'm not a very good actor. If I slip, he may do worse than make me clean. Then I'd really break.

I grabbed my hair and wanted to pull it out. I wanted to scream and break something. But instead, I took a few deep breaths and sat on my bed. Hopefully what I said would ease his mind.

I looked up and saw the room. It was disgusting how accurate it was to my dorm room. The furniture was in the same spot and I had the same bedding. The only thing different was there wasn't as many decorations as I had, and it had white walls, hardwood floors, and no window.

I need to take my mind off things. It has to be unhealthy to be this stressed in the morning. Hell, it should be illegal. I got up and walked to my dresser. I started out with some vent doodles, trying to pour out all my feelings. It worked for a while until I heard a knock at my door.

I was so concentrated, I almost screamed and jumped.

"Hey, I made some breakfast, come eat." I could almost hear him smile. I sighed and set my pencil down and standing up. I know what'll happen if I try not to eat again. I walked out my room and a familiar scent hit my nose. It was something I haven't smelt in years.

Pancakes.

I hummed and felt like a kid again. I made my way to the table, now realizing how hungry I was. Finally, Andrew came over, placing a steaming hot plate of pancakes in front of me. He set napkins and syrup down, and lastly setting down a plate of potatoes and ketchup.

"Sorry I don't have any bacon, love." He smiled at me.

"It's okay." I replied, absentmindedly, taking two pancakes and ripping them apart. I drowned them in syrup and dug in. They were so soft! "You have a real talent." I told him honestly. "I didn't know your cooking was great."

"Why thank you, love." He started eating too. "My dad used to be a cook, so he taught me. I never liked it at first but I guess it stuck around."

Ack. Parents. I missed mine. I tried to push those thoughts away and enjoy breakfast.