-Unhealthy Obsession-

.11. Tears of Joy

Mia

A couple days later I was finally able to eat. He ended up bumping it to three because I accidentally snapped at him. Luckily he didn't slap me, again.

"Come eat, darling." he smiled sweetly, having a big breakfast. I sat down on the couch and picked up the fork, shoving a massive amount into my mouth. I started chewing, enjoying the wonderful taste of sugar again.

He had given me bacon, french toast, eggs, hash browns, and sausages. I completely drowned my french toast in syrup as always, taking big bites and barely chewing. My mouth watered, and my eyes fluttered. I thought I'd never eat again.

Every now and then Andrew would chuckle at my attempts to shove large quantities of food into my mouth. But, I finished every last bite and my stomach was satisfied. After all I had to eat for two...

I washed everything down with cold milk and Andrew was nice enough to wash the dishes for me. I was so glad my punishment was over. I almost forgot what my voice sounded like.

"Enjoy the breakfast?" he smirked. I nodded and licked my lips of lingering syrup. I got it all off and looked at him.

"Yes, it-it was awesome." I admitted. His father did a great job of teaching him to cook. The french toast was made from scratch. I rubbed my stomach as my I tried digesting the food. I didn't even feel full though.

"Glad it was good." he smiled. I nodded again and leaned back on the couch. He stroked my dark curly hair. I tried to ignore him but he kept playing with it, making me a little uneasy.

He finally pulled back and I heard patting. I looked over at him and saw him patting his lap. "Come 'ere." he smiled softly. Carefully, I got up and straddled him, his hands on my hips.

My heart started pounding. "Yes, Andrew?" I asked, in hopes of nothing more than this. He moved my hair off my shoulders and cupped my face.

"I love you," he smiled. I closed my eyes and almost couldn't bring myself to say it.

"I..." I had to clear my throat. "I love you too,"

He couldn't help but smile, sending shivers down my spine. "Say it again." he grinned wider.

"I...I love you."

"One more time baby,"

"I love you, Andrew." my voice lowered. If it was any possible, he smiled more and threw his head back, making his adam's apple pop. He let out a cute laugh, looking back at me and running his fingers through his hair, looking very boyish.

I couldn't understand his obsession with me. What was there to love? I was a nerd. I only had like two friends and I'm not all that pretty. What does he see? I wanted to ask him but I tried minimizing my time with him.

I tried to get off him but he held my waist down, keeping me in place. Andrew closed his eyes, taking a breath. "Do you know how happy you make me?"

"No." I peeped.

"Good." I arched at eyebrow. "If you knew the extent I loved you, then I'm not loving you enough." His took his thumb, running circles on my hip. It was quiet for a second and I really wanted to leave.

"Do you understand why I'm so hard on you, Mia?" he continued to spew questions. I shook my head. "I just need you to understand that I'll do anything for you, my little flower. You mean everything to me." he gave me a little shake. "I really can't lose you. Okay? I can't let you get out. I need you here with me, where I'll take care of all your needs."

"...okay." I replied slowly.

"I'm so hard on myself, Mia." he continues and I almost roll my eyes. "I try so hard to make everything perfect for you but somehow...it's just never enough for you."

Oh.

"I'm just a man. I'm not a billionaire. Money is tight around here. I can't give you a great big room, a closet bigger than this house. I can't pamper you with fancies the second you demand. And when I realize this, I hate myself because I've spent seven years trying to make sure I was able to support you in this shithole but instead I was too busy be enamored with your beauty." he chuckles and shakes his head.

"Sometimes I blame myself. I can't help but think what's it'd be like if I could give you everything. I'm sure you'd be happier." he looked at me. I didn't know what to say so I said nothing.

"Mia, in no way am I saying any of this is your fault. You could demand anything you wish and Id try my best to fulfill that."

Freedom?

"What Im saying is, I care for you, Amelia. I'm sorry I'm such a jerk sometimes, but it's only because I love you." and with that, he gives me a deep, lingering kiss.

"Can...can I go to my room?" I asked sheepishly. He was still smiling, shaking his head.

"No, love. Stay with me. You're in your room too much."

I sighed. I didn't want to argue. I couldn't. I value food too much. So, I leaned on him, resting my head on his shoulder. He rubbed his hands on my back and it felt pretty nice actually. I just tried to imagine that he was my dad and I'm a child as he rocked me to sleep.

But every time I closed my eyes, I saw him over me smiling like a manic.

'Smile for the camera.'

I tried not to let tears run out and fall onto his shoulder but it was too late. He leaned me back, seeing my shaking hands as I covered my mouth. I have such an ugly cry.

"What's wrong my flower?" he asked gently, wiping away my tears. Damnit how was I supposed to play this off? All I could do was cry harder as I looked into his dark orbs, staring through me. Snot started to run down my face and I tried wiping it away with my sleeve.

Andrew just slowly shook his head before picking me up and taking me to the bathroom. He set me on the toilet, ripping off toilet paper and giving it to me. I gladly accepted and blew my nose and wiped my tears.

"What's wrong, baby?" he asked again, kneeling down and resting a hand on my knee.

"I'm...i'm just so happy we-we're finally a family?" I added a weak smile. He smiled and shook his head, his eyebrows knitting together.

"Correct me if i'm wrong but you've never cried tears of joy before."

"Well I-I've- Ive never had a kid before either." I shrugged, wiping more escaping tears. He smiled proudly.

"Glad I could be of help."

I nodded shyly and looked at my lap. There was an uneasy feeling deep in my bones when he said that. It almost made me want to barf and cry some more.

"Do you want to go back to your room now?" he asked in a low voice.

"I thought you wanted to spend more time with me."

He shrugged and stood up. "I know how tiring it can be when you cry. Go get some rest love."  he held his soft hand out and I took it as he helped me to my feet. He walked me to my room and gave him a small kiss before shutting the door.

I turned on the lights and looked around. I don't know if I'll ever get used to this life. I sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at the floor. From the other side, I heard the TV turn on and the muffled sounds of it talking.

This was all just some kind of fantasy to him, wasn't it? It was secretly all about him, him, him. Never once he asked me how I felt about things. He takes what he wants and if he dosent, there'll be consequences. Including death.

I don't know how many people he's killed. I want to say a lot, but judging by the day I escaped, he seemed almost hesitant to shoot that unarmed man. With his personality he most likely would've done it if I wasn't there, but then again he wouldn't have to if I wasn't out in the first place.

But this is all his fault anyway. If we had just stayed friends I could possibly see myself with him. But he forced it. I don't know why but he forced it. Maybe I'll never be able to see inside his head. Maybe I'll just have to live with the fact that he's a crazy psycho I'm supposed to love.