-Unhealthy Obsession-

.8. It's Not Love

Andrew

I tried not to think anything of it and sat down the plates and napkins. "Here you go, love." I smiled, handing her a fork. She nodded and started to eat. "Careful, the bread is still hot."

"Okay." she peeped quietly.

I looked at her for a second but went to write in my journal real quick before I forgot. I grabbed the journal and tried to remember the times. Soon, I'd never forget.

Log entry 292
11/3/18
2:17pm

Mia is definitely warming up to me. 2:15 she told me she loves me for the first time. Very exciting. Then, 2:54 she sealed it with a wonderful kiss. I couldn't believe it at first. I knew she'd come around though. But sadly, I have to control myself. I...hit her. On accident. Of course, I maned up and apologized and like the wonderful young lady she is, she forgave me. What an angel.

I looked up and around at the photos. Every time I step foot in here I'm just overcome with joy and pride. I kissed the journal and set it down, before returning to my Mia.

I sat down and started to eat, and I did pretty good if I do say so myself. We ate in silence for the majority of the time until my Angel said something. "Andrew..?" she asked, still looking at her plate.

"Yes, love?"

"I..." she had a long pause and I raised an eyebrow. "um...this...this is good." A smile returned to my face.

"Thank you. Would you like dessert after this?" she snapped her head and looked like she was about a spit out an answer, until she stared back at her plate. Is she just being shy about the kiss? That's so adorable.

"Maybe. If...If I don't eat all the spaghetti." she added a laugh. I laughed with her.

"Alright, well if you want, there's ice cream in the freezer. Go and eat your heart out."

"Thank you, Andrew."

"You're welcome my sweet." I soon finished my plate, and stood up. Mia was barely done. She's just been playing with it, twirling it with her fork. "Are you okay?" I asked quietly. She nodded and took a bite, looking up at me.

"Yes, why?"

"You seem kind of down. Do you want to do something fun?"

She gave a closed eye, sad smile. "I'd love to, but I'm just going to go to bed after this." I opened my mouth to object that statement but decided to let it go. I mustn't ruin things with my constant nagging. I just nodded and rinsed my plate. Before I disappeared in the hall, I looked at her.

"If you change your mind you know where to find me, love." and with that, I walked to my room.

***

Mia has been cooped up in her room for the past two days, only coming out to eat and use the bathroom. I wanted to help her but I felt like if I asked and she didn't answer I'd hit her again. I definitely didn't want that. So, I tried my best to be the gentleman I was, and let her have some space for....whatever is going on. I certainly don't understand girls.

Although, if there was an exact copy of Mia, but as a male, I'd totally go for him. Hey, Mia is Mia.

I sat on the couch and was watching TV. I hadn't realized I was spacing off until Mia opened her door, making me look in her direction, to my left.

"Hello again, baby." I said with a soft smile. She looked at me and then walked to the bathroom with out saying a word. I sighed. Did I do something wrong? I was giving everything she wanted. Maybe I had to speed this process up just a bit. It couldn't hurt right?

I turned off the TV and walked to the bathroom, leaning against the wall. When Mia came out, she jumped seeing me and I quickly grabbed her arm in case she wanted to walk off.

"Andrew, whatever you're about to say, I'm fine." she said, her eyes closed.

"Obviously not, sweetheart." I chuckled. "You've been avoiding me for days. What's up with that? You seem to be very off and on with me."

"I'm just not feeling good."

"You're never feeling good." I pressed her against the wall and stared into her precious brown eyes. "Tell me what's going on."

***

*Mature content ahead.* Don't say I didn't warn you.

Mia

I swallowed and tried to wiggle away from him but to no luck. "Andrew please," I begged. I just wanted to go back in my room and think of escape plans. I've been here for a month! I've had no sun, and the only person I talked to was my crazy stalker and I try to minimize my time with him. So, I seriously wasn't feeling good.

I felt homesick mostly. I know my parents and friends are going bonkers. I miss them...

"Mia," Andrew whispered, snapping me out my thoughts. I forced myself to look at him. "I know something that'll make you feel better." A smirk started to play on his lips as his hands went to my hips. My heartbeat grew faster.

He leaned in to kiss me, pushing me more into the wall if possible. My hands were on his chest, trying to push him off but that didn't stop him. "I need you, Mia." he breathed. My stomach clenched and he started attacking my neck, making me squirm. I hated how soft his lips were.

"Do you know how long I've waited for this moment? God," he chuckled. "You really have no idea."

I felt my breath starting to become erratic. His lips peppered my skin, his hands running along my body.

"Uhm..Andrew? I..I really like you but I just-"

"Shh." he said gently, as I felt something on my leg. I sucked in my breath, knowing exactly what that was. His grip got tighter and my hands were shaking more. I didn't know what to do.

"Andrew-"

"Be quiet, Mia." he replied in a soft, but stern voice I haven't heard him speak before. I didn't like it considering the situation. "God," he groaned before he grabbed my wrist and dragged me to his room.

He shut the door and sat me on the edge of the bed, taking his shirt off.

Whoa, he wasn't as scrawny as I thought he was. He had muscle on his arms and nice abs. Why has he never taken off his shirt before? It made me hate him more.

As he got closer, I saw old scars on his chest. Before I could ask what happened to get his attention off me, he pushed me down, kissing me again.

The kisses were feverish as his hands roamed my stomach. I started trembling. He slowly pulled back to caress my cheek.

"Don't be nervous," he smiled. "Trust me, I know how to take care of you."

What? That's not why I'm shaking jackass!

He got off me as I took a deep breath as I watched his every move. He got out a camera and tri pod, making my eyes widen.

Nonono! What the hell?

He set it near the bed, trying to get the perfect angle. That stupid toothy smile didn't leave his face. He pressed record and looked at me with cold, lust filled eyes. It paralyzed me with fear, forming a lump in my throat.

He walked back over to me, still smiling wide. I wanted to slap it off him, but I couldn't. Who knows what'd he do.

"Now we'll never forget this moment. We could relive this as many times as we please, baby." he whispered in my ear, making me shiver in fear. He pulled away, cupping my chin. I looked into his dark eyes and saw, what I once naïvely thought, was innocence.

But all I saw was pure lust. Andrew was gone.

He started pulling off my shirt, making my shaky breaths come out my mouth as heat flowed to my face. Then, he said something I'd never forget, "Smile for the camera."