-Unhealthy Obsession-

.16. Behind the Door

When I get home, I feel the inviting warmness of our house. My feet ached and I set my backpack down, flopping myself on the couch, face first. The cushion was surprisingly warm. Had Mia sat here?

I push all thoughts out my head and closed my eyes. Suddenly, I hear the door behind me creak open. "Andrew..?" Mia's soft, alluring voice called. "Are you alright?" With another sigh through my nose, I sit up and wave her to come here.

Slowly, she makes her way in front of me and I pull her down gently, sitting her in my lap. Her legs go on both sides of me and I wrap my arms around her waist, burying my face into her shoulder.

"Ah! Your nose is cold!" She squeaks.

"Sorry.." I mumble, holding her tighter. Her body is so soft and warm. She just feels so right in my arms.

I try to just make my mind blank. Enjoy the comfort of my home, the comfort of Mia's body. I don't know how long we went in silence before Mia said something.

"Andrew...are you ok?"

"I-" I didn't want to lie to her. I already feel guilty about lying to her a few times. Hopefully I'll have the balls to tell her the truth one day. "I'll be fine soon, love."

"Are you sure? You're acting weird..."

"Yes..." I sigh, kissing her exposed, collar bone. "I'll be fine, alright? Don't worry about me. Are you alright?"

"Y...y-yes...yes I'm fine." Her voice wavered. I opened my mouth to say something but I figured if I said anything she'll just get angry or annoyed and I don't need that right now.

"If you say so." I reply, pulling back to look in her eyes. There was something in them...something I couldn't quiet tell. Again, I decide to leave it alone. "Are you hungry or anything?" I asked, standing us both up.

"Uh..a little." She replies and I make my way to the kitchen to make her something.

Mia

Andrew kissed my cheek and smiled. "I'm leaving again, sweetheart. I'll be back soon. Will you be okay all alone?"

I smiled back and nodded. "Of course. I'll just be in my room drawing."

"Alright, love bug. See you in a bit."

I had to force the words out my mouth. "Bye, honey."

He unlocked the front door and swung his backpack around his shoulder and stepped outside. I sighed in relief when he left. I don't know why, but I've been getting more tense whenever he's just around me.

I rubbed my face and groaned out loud. I was stuck in this damn house, with this damn psychopath. But, I think my plan is slowly working. It's been hell pretending like I love him. Bottling up all my emotions and spewing fake ones is hard as hell. I have to do it 24/7 all with a smile on my face.

I have to constantly cuddle him and give him kisses. I have to play with his hair and just act like I want to be in his presence. I have to play and talk to him daily, and worse...I have to give myself up to him whenever he wants.

I have to endure his kisses and teasing. His 'sweet nothings' in my ear. Honestly, I think it's destroying my mental health.

I walk over to the door and jiggle the doorknob just to make sure. Of course, still locked. I don't know why it would've worked. I start walking around the house and see the forbidden door right down the hallway.

I stop and stare. It's like it's taunting me. It's begging to be opened. What would be inside? Dead bodies? No...it'd smell. Maybe it's a basement filled with dead bodies? Ugh. Maybe it's something from like 50 Shades of Gray. What was is called? Oh yeah, the red room.