-Unhealthy Obsession-

.7. True Love?

Andrew

Why was she so perfect? Every day just seems like a dream. She's here. With me. After all these years. I've had her for about two weeks now and I still cant get over the fact that she's here.

I smiled to myself as I watched her draw on the couch. She was so focused on it. I loved the way she bit her lip as she worked. I just wanted to shower her with kisses! Suddenly, she stopped and looked at me.

"What?" she almost snapped. I blinked and looked away.

"Nothing." I shrugged. I felt her eyes stay on me for a bit longer, then she returned to drawing. I waited before taking another peek at her. I just wanted to take her out to a nice dinner or have fun at a park but I'll know she'll run...what do I do? Obviously I have to set some ground rules. Show her who's boss.

I jackniffed to my feet and put on a menicing look. "Stop drawing." I told her. She jumped at my sudden actions and blinked at me.

"Why?" she asked innocently. I almost groaned. This was the problem; she wasn't trusting me. I need her to do as I say without question!

"Stop drawing!"

"What did I do?" she whined.

"It's what youre not doing!" I snapped. "Stop drawing. Now. You heard me young lady. Do as I say!"

"Young la-?!" she snarled and slammed her notebook down, jolting up. "Andrew! I've had enough of this! You were super cool before you kidnapped me! And now youre just gross and bossy you fucking psycho!"

What?! How dare-! My hand went flying and Mia's head snapped sideways. We both froze.

"Mia..." I croaked. She didn't say anything but she shook her head, grabbing her notebook and pencil and started walking away. I was frozen for a second but I quickly tried grabbing her arm. "Mia Mia Mia! W-wait! I..." She shrugged me off and went to her door. She slammed it shut and I flinched. I was overcome with nothing but guilt.

What have I done? I hurt my poor Mia. I walked up to her door and knocked on it. I felt something in my throat, making it hard to talk. I set my forehead on the door and tried to muster up the courage to face my darling Angel again.

I don't know how long I stood there but my hands started shaking. "Mia..." I finally find my voice.

"Go away, Andrew."

"Mia..." I groaned. I've always hated to say sorry. I rather eat nails and swallow. But she's my Mia. "Mia please..." I felt my stomach clench.

"What are you going to do now if I don't?" I heard her growl. "Punch me?" I made a disgusted face as I felt more queasy. Just the thought of doing something that horrible to her made me want to vomit, but I wanted to do it even more when I realized I was pretty damn close.

"I'm....I'm..." I swallowed my fucking pride and balled my hands up. "Mia, my Angel. I'm...so so sorry I hit you." Ugh, I felt sick. I said I was sorry and I admitted to hitting my one and only love. I felt disgusting.

I listened for Mia to say anything but all I heard was her sigh. "I forgive you, Andrew. It takes big balls to admit to something like that. I will forgive but I will not forget."

"Thank you Angel, I'm sorry I lost my temper."

"Yeah...okay." I could imagine her rolling her eyes.

"It won't happen again. Baby, please open the door." of course, I could open it myself, but I wanted her to give me a chance.

"No."