-Unhealthy Obsession-

.20. Help Me...

It was warm. What? Had last night been a dream?

My brown eyes fluttered open and I felt myself being spooned by somebody. I quickly adjusted myself but only saw a sleeping Andrew, his arms wrapped around me. I sighed, trying to calm myself. Then, I looked around.

This...wasn't ...the house...

It looked like a church but I don't remember walking here. It had a tall ceiling with cream walls and colored stained glass with pictures on them. Pictures of lions and lambs hung on the wall along with big and small crosses. Definitely a church.

There were homeless looking people quietly talking in a line and tables. Some people were still sleeping on the floor, curled up in their blankets. The pews were pushed to the wall yet I still saw some sleeping in them.

People looked like there were all eating and God was I hungry! I tried my best to get out of Andrews grasp and I stood up. I realized I was bare foot and still had my hair tucked into a hat.

I knelt down and grabbed my glasses, putting them on. I sniffed the air and smelt soup, Oh it smelt good, but it also twisted my stomach making me feel nauseous.

I shyly started walking closer and closer to it, seeing people talk like friends, while I, Amelia Joan Roberts, was being held under my will in plain sight. Maybe...I'll tell someone while Andrew was asleep...maybe they can call the cops! Though, I was still bummed about last night about sleeping through my rescue mission.

So, I tried to find some kind of authority figure. I spotted an old, clean, woman talking an older looking homeless guy. Maybe she worked here? Just looking at all these people made me feel...odd..and out of place. I didn't feel nearly as nervous as I did back at Fazolis. That seemed so long ago..

I started to walk towards her but was grabbed by the wrist, making my blood run cold. I was yanked back and spun into Andrew's chest. He had a evil smile on his face as his hands rested on my waist.

"Where do you think you are going?" he held me tighter, his sleepy voice deep. and alluring.

"I was just-uhm.."

"I thought I instructed you to not leave or go anywhere without me." his expression got a little darker.

"S-sorry! There was just food and-" I suddenly remember back to last night when he was having a break down. Showing emotions, like he was human. But now he's just as cold as ever.

"What did I literally just say?" he growled.

"Sorry, Andrew! It won't happen again-"

"Why hello there!" cheerfully chirped a new voice. I turned to see the old woman I was wanting to talk with. "I see you two are awake now." she smiled, holding her hands together.

"Yes, I think I speak for the both us when I say we're thankful for you letting us in." Andrew smiled warmly.

"Oh of course dear!" she gave an airy wave. "It was freezing out there! And you two are such a lovely couple. I was just trying to live in God's eyes and do the right thing."

"Right." Andrew replied slowly.

"Would you two mind if I pray over you? I have this feeling I need to."