-Unhealthy Obsession-

.19. He's Human..

Mia

Would would happen if I said no? What would happen if I say yes?

I almost felt bad for the guy. Almost.

If I said I forgave him, that might sound like I'm ok with the police coming after us, which yes I'm ok with, but he dosent need to know that.

But if I said no, he might get mad. Really mad. Probably start yelling about how he's worked so hard and all I do is give him shit.

"Mia...?" he sounding desperate and sad. I cringed and looked away with a shrug.

"I don't know, Andrew. I appreciate the effort you did to make this all happen but...I don't know."

He sighed, rubbing his face. "I just hope I'm not a terrible father like my dad was..." he muttered.

The topic of his father piqued my interest.

"Was he really that bad?" I asked quietly.

"Yes!" He covered his face in shame, or embarrassment, I don't know. He curled his knees to his chest and shook his head.

I think the reality of the situation was dawning on him. He's a psycho that needs help. He kidnapped a girl, hurt her and used her in defiling ways. He was a monster.

"I made one fucking vow to myself that I swore to God I wouldn't break." his voice started to crack and I couldn't help but start to feel pity for him.

He was showing emotions other than anger. He was opening up. Finally, after like, three months.

"I vowed I'd never ever be like my fucking father!" his face was still covered. "and if I did...I couldn't live with myself." he slowly shook his head. "I'd end it right there."

There was a long pause filled with sniffles and the sound of the wind in the trees.

"Am I a monster, Mia?" he asked, looking up at me. The question took me back. Of course, I wouldn't give him the straight up answer, even though it's yes.

Right now, I could tell he wanted to change with the emotions in his eyes. But then a image flashed in my head of him over me, moaning out my name.

My mouth itches to just scream yes. I wanted to scream yes a billion times and tell him to just jump.

But that's not the person I am and I hate myself for that. Why can't I be more gruesome? More hardcore or lack of empathy and morals? If I was, I would've killed him in his sleep on the first day and never would've been pregnant in the first place! But I'm not...

"Well what was your father like?" I asked, killing two birds with one stone.

He sighed and shrugged, shaking his head.

"A rude, manipulative, asshole who didn't care for his family, and definitely not his son."

"Well he-he cared enough to show you how to cook, right?" I tried desperately.

"Only because he killed my fucking mother!" he shouted, taking his hands away from his face. I now saw the tears and snot running down his face.

"And if I ever killed you-?" he grabbed his hair and he kept shaking his head. He took a deep breath and wiped his face. "my dad took what he wanted, when he wanted. He called me names and...and he..he hit me." he voice for lower as he started staring off. "Over and over...." his face started to scrunch up again. "until I stopped moving."

My heart tightened, my hands covering my mouth.

"He beat me into the perfect son, quite literally. " his voice was now monotone. "He taught me things I knew was wrong but still so to this day..."

I swallowed.

"But I just...can't stop it. I can't stop myself. it's like i'm not even there." he looked up at me. "He taught me girls are lower than men. They are just cook and clean for you. That...that they're just...toys."

I looked down.

"But you're not a toy to me Mia! You don't just cook and clean for me! I love you and I respect you. You're my goddess. I worship the ground you stand on, the air you breathe! You're my light in my years of darkness. Never have I ever felt such an attachment to someone before. Never have I ever felt as loved as I do from you. I thought I'd never be happy again until I met you. And god, the years I've waited to save you, I just-"

He sighed, forming a breath of air, combing his fingers through his dark hair. I could tell he was starting to tremble and I wasn't sure if it was the cold or from crying. Possibly both.

"Mia..." his voice cracked. He seemed like he was going to say something else but decided against it. "what I'm doing it isn't wrong-ok? I'm saving you! Do you understand that?" he sniffed.

Shit! We were so close!

"I-I-know what I'm doing. Hell-I've been planning all this for seven years! I know I lash out, sweetheart, I'm sorry. I don't have an excuse for that.You're my everything, my light, my purpose! I love you so so much."

I felt my face heat up.

He looked down and I think he was done, but I had no idea what the fuck to say. That was so sweet? And so sad? And I think I feel bad? I didn't think I'd ever feel some sort of sympathy for him after he used me. But my stupid bitch ass heart...

I can't be fuckin' wishy washy because of some mushy shit! He's evil, Mia! Evil and delusional and crazy! He's not right. He needs help.

"So tell me, Mia.." he whispered. "am I a monster? I need an answer; because if it's yes, then you need to tell me right now. Hell, I don't know...I'll stay here and just blow my fucking brains out I guess."

I cringed. I didn't want to lie to him. As much as I hate him for what he did to me, I still couldn't let him die. So, I swallowed and looked at him, hoping I could answer his question with a question.

"Do you feel like a monster?"