Silent Obsession

Prologue

Elijah's POV

A fine young lady has moved in across the street from me; I would love to drop by and say hi, but I have so little time. I have lots of work and business to do; I really have no time to waste. Though I do have the urge to meet her. Just by looking at her figure, I feel... relaxed. After a lot of convincing, I was able to take a day off on Saturday, maybe I could go and meet her then.

Rosalia's POV

Running away is a cowardly move, but I had no choice. Three boys were chasing me, wanting to beat me up due to my poorness and heterochromia iridium eyes. I don't want that to happen, and all I could do is run.

I'm running out of stamina, I can't run anymore. I'm too tired, running was never my favorite sport. I feel dizzy, for some reason the ground is flying up to my face. THUMP! I've hit the ground. They're catching up to me. No, they can't come here. Go away... Stop it...

They made it, they're here, looking down at me. They had this look on their face that already told me what they were going to do to me.

"ACK!" I screamed in pain as I felt one of the boys kick me. It was a strong kick, he probably used all of his strength to do that. I try standing back up, but they stopped me, pushing me back towards the ground.

"Whore! I bet you use your body to grab money off people. But it always fails doesn't it?" I heard someone say. My eyes were half opened, trying to take a sneak peek of how he looked like. Dark brown hair combed to the side, he wore a white and cyan striped suit and had dull gray eyes. Not a look I'd want to see every day. He tried to dress up all handsome-looking, but all I see is a huge dicky asshole.

"Has your," My voice was shaky and faint. "Has your parents ever tried washing your mouth out with soap? Probably not, because of how spoiled you are." I coughed multiple times, my hands getting cold because of the blood circulation not going through them. All caused by another boy who tried to secure me down to the ground, by squeezing my wrists together. He had blonde hair, his bangs covering half his face. He just wore a one color suit, which was green, matching his eye color. A few white spots here and there, but those were the clothes under his tux.

"Excuse me?" The boy with dark brown hair growled while stomping his foot hard on my back. I whimpered quietly after each stomp, I couldn't take it anymore. I screamed, really loud. Sobbing for anyone to help me.

They dropped hold of me, stepping back and covering their ears. "AGH! You cunt!" groaned the brown haired boy. He faced the other guy, the one who hasn't done anything to me yet and has just followed and watched. He had red scruffy hair, so messy yet looked so soft. He looked so innocent with his confused expression on his face. The boy was small and cute, too young to witness such torture like this. He wore a dirtied, short sleeve brown and white suit. His precious yellow eyes sparkled, I know he didn't want this. He was no different from me.

The boy with dark brown hair screeched again, "Hey, you! Do something will you?! Or I'll throw you back onto the streets making you end up just like this bitch!"

The red-haired boy's eyes widened and quickly ran to me, hugging my neck in his arms. He's like me yes, but due to my instinct, I roughly tried to fight him off. He deeply struggled to keep me in his grasp as I screamed and screamed, my voice box slowly breaking. Both of our strengths were equally leveled, but the boy seemed to have the upper hand as I was not in the right condition to fight at this time. I was already injured by the two other monsters who were scowling at me as they covered their ears more, watching me roughhousing their "friend".

I was caught off guard as the red-head slapped his hand onto my mouth, instantly shutting me up. He stammered, whispering into my ear, "I-I'm sorry, I really don't want to do this! Please believe me, I-I was not given a choice to be with them or not. They threatened-they-.." He was cut off by the other boys approaching, stomping loudly so we could hear.

This-this was my chance! I thought as I violently bit the hand covering my mouth, causing the small boy to squirm and let go of me. I scurried off the ground, tripping a bit and took off. I heard footsteps and loud yelling of threats that went to hurting me or my family coming from behind.

Tears started streaming down, as I was full of fear of what more would happen if they catch up to me again. I started running into town, noticing the fact that the footsteps have gone quieter. The town was full of people at the time, as it is Saturday evening, and oh boy everyone is out of their homes at this time either shopping or eating. This might be the reason why those terrible, disgusting, and horrifying beings stopped chasing me. They were afraid to get caught. They were worried about their high and royal status. How hideous.

Even the red-head displeases me now... Wish there was someone there to save him sooner, but it's too late now. He's just who he is. Weak, filthy, pitiful. All the words that also describe someone I know... Oh, I wonder... Me.

Weak, filthy, pitiful.

It's all I really am.

Nearing a store, I come to a stop. I crouched down and started thinking over my life. Processing over what has and hasn't been done.

Abused

Check

Bullied

Check

Abandoned

Check

I flinch, at the feeling of someone tapping my shoulder. I look up, to see another high-class gentleman standing in front of me. He had black hair and blue eyes, he wore a fancy white tux, with shiny red lining. He looked just as ridiculous as those other boys, he probably wants to play with me too. I glance around, just checking to see if there were any others with him. There wasn't so I felt less vulnerable and glared at him slightly.

"What do you want? I have nothing." I said, quite coldly. He looked at me surprised but and flashed me a reassuring smile. I loosened up a bit, but I kept my guard up.

"Oh, I don't want anything from you, dearie. I just want to help." He replied, handing out his arm for me to grab. I hesitated, but he kept ushering his arm towards me insisting me to grab it, so I did. "My name is Elijah, it is a pleasure to meet you, Rose."