Obsessed

20

Be at peace. Not in pieces.
Be at peace. Not in pieces.
Be at peace. Not in pieces.

I continued to repeat this phrase in my head, pretending that it was AJ here with me and not you know who.

It was hard to escape the image of it actually being him behind me instead. There was nothing exciting about this moment; nothing pleasurable.

I held back the tears that threatened to escape, not wanting to show any sign of weakness, though the fact that I couldn't push his own weight off of mine was weakness enough.

"You know I've been waiting for this, right?" he whispered in what I guess was meant to be a seductive tone, only under the circumstances we were in, I felt more afraid than anything. I felt his hot breath linger on my ear trying to think of something else to distract me, anything.

I squeezed my eyes tightly, praying for the worse. One. Two. Three. Four. Fi—

As I counted slowly, waiting for whatever was going to happen to happen, my phone began to vibrate.

Though I was not in the best position to do much moving, I was able to get a glimpse of my phone and the person's name who was calling me.

"He's going to wonder why I'm not answering" I struggled to get out with most of Omar's weight still on top of me.

"He'll probably just think you're sleeping."

"No he won't. He knows I always answer when he calls, sleep or not."

I felt his weight lift up off of me and I heard a slight sigh escape from his lips. I released a silent one of my own, knowing that I had at least bought myself some time. And thankfully, AJ had called at the right moment.

"Now listen. When I give you this phone, I don't want you to try anything or you'll be dead and I'll be gone without a trace before he can even get in his car."

I felt myself becoming more nervous by the second. This was not like Omar, at all. I hadn't even the time to take in his new appearance with all that was going on.

He was dressed pretty relaxed, with a simple grey sweatsuit on and some matching Jordan's, something he probably would never have worn before. He had always been the preppy type.

From the neck up, it looked like he hadn't gotten any sleep or groomed himself in a while.

His hair was almost back to its normal length, his facial hair grew wildly all over his face, and the bags under his eyes were heavier than he was with all of his weight on my back.

Omar approached me with the phone as I nodded rapidly at him, assuring him that I wouldn't try anything, at least to his knowledge.

Being as though my hands were tied, I decided against trying anything with all of the power being in Omar's hands and I wanted to speak to AJ for as long as I could because who knew if this would be the last time I spoke to him.

"Hey" I spoke as normally as I could.

"We're you sleeping baby?"

"Uhh" I paused briefly and looked up at Omar whose expression seemed impatient. "Yeah I was."

"Oh, well you can call me later. Just wanted to call as practice for when I'm at school and can't physically be with you as much." I could tell by his tone that he was smiling.