Possessive Love

Chapter #12

"What do you want?"

I struggled to find an answer. I racked my brain in search of a single solution, a sign perhaps,  anything that'd guide me to what I truly wanted.

Nothing was there.

Just as I was before Travon had taken me away to distance myself and have space to think, I couldn't find the strength in me to concentrate and hold a single thought. "I don't know."

Did I want to go back home? Maybe I was homesick and I didn't know it. I could have been too distracted to realize I was missing my family.

"What do you want?"

Did I want to stay here? Was I insane enough to want to stay with someone who took me away from my own family? From where I belonged?

"What do you want?"

But who took me is someone I'm growing to have the need to feel in my presence. The things about him, the way he looks at me, the way his touch electifies my skin. He says he's where I belong.

Im afraid I'd sicken my family because I, too, am beginning to believe he's right.

"What do you want?"

"I don't know!" I shouted. Abruptly, I stood from the bed in anger. From where he stood on the other side of the room, fuming with frustration, I saw that his eyes were merely shifting.

"Don't lie to me--"

"Lie to you?" I scoffed. "How could I possibly  be lying to you?"

In all honesty Kenton and I hadn't been getting along. Most of our time we chose to spend in silence, cooped up in his room. Out of sight out of danger, according to him.

"I've been stuck inside for almost a week now! I haven't spoken to my family, to any of my friends. Don't you understand I can't think straight this way?"

I stressfully tore my fingers through my hair, groaning into my hands when he began to argue.

"Don't tell me you can't think straight when your with me. I'm familiar with how mates are connect--"

"You sound so stupid!" I yelled, stopping my foot as I did. He didn't hesitate to swipe his hand across the desk and knock over the few standing pictures.

"I'm not like you! Maybe we're not the same as every other mate couple or whatever the hell you call them!" I shouted.

It was his turn to run his fingers through his hair.

"Do you even know how to make your own relationship with someone? All your ever saying is "mates do this", "mates do that". When are you gonna stop?"

We were fuming with anger, our chests rising and falling in sinc.

"We're not going to be perfect, Kenton. Quit acting like it."

Its been almost a week since we've had a civil conversation and I recall it being when I apologized for leaving.

I knew he was angry with me, he made himself clear. I gave him time to think things over. I kept to myself and he did as well.

Sure, we spent each hour of the day in his bedroom, the place he knew I favoured most, but we didn't speak.

Soon we did, however that only led to fighting. We've both been restless and the vast amount of stress amongst our shoulders was seemingly unbearable.

He layed beside me when we watched tv, he brought food when I was hungry, and he even slept next to me.

I was comfortable with how close to my side he seemed to be due to the fact we didn't leave one anothers sight. I wasn't aloud to leave his room and there was no tolerance for a single argument.