Page 16 of Possession

She holds up her hand. “Please listen, Rafael.”

I step forward to shove her aside, but she grips onto my arm as I raise my gun. “You can’t kill him.” The despair radiating from her only angers me further. Does she have feelings for this kid? I refuse to allow her to have feelings for anyone but me. My finger touches the trigger.

“He’s the police commissioner’s son!”

I pause at her words.

The sniveling piece of shit is crying actual tears now, but I ignore him and turn to face Ellie.

“He’s the police commissioner’s son. Please don’t kill him. You’ll be in trouble, Rafael.” Tears stain her beautiful face, with fresh ones falling over them.

“Did you fuck him?” I hiss out.

Her head rears back and her mouth drops open.

“Did you fuck him?” I bellow, and her small body jumps at my tone.

“Of course not!”

I scoff. “You just had your tongue in his filthy fucking mouth, Ellie.”

She clamps her mouth shut and her chest rises and falls as if she’s the one who’s been wronged, the atmosphere between us hypnotic. She’s witnessing my obsession with her spiral, while I wait, hanging on for her admittance, waiting for the green light to end the piece of shit and bring destruction to my family. Because I would torture, slaughter, and decimate every man who walked the earth, then bask in their misery and bathe in the glory of their bloodied souls to save my little doll.

She eventually sighs. “He kissed me.” She rolls her lips. “He only just did it, then you. ..” At least they weren’t having a full-on make-out session. Still, he tasted what’s mine, and that is not acceptable.

“You belong to me, Little Doll,” I whisper.

She steps closer, and this time when she presses on my arm, I let it fall to my side, and the kid blows out a sigh of relief.

Her soft hand cradles my cheek, and all the anger that was there a moment ago slips away with her touch.

Staring into her brown eyes, I tell her how I feel and tell her my truth.

“You possess me.”

Ellie

Darryl scoots closer, and I shuffle away. This was a bad idea, a terrible idea. I’ve gone from having a teenage crush on a guy my age to having a full-on obsession with a guy almost old enough to be my father. Now, each time Darryl says any snarky innuendos or accidentally touches me, I feel like my skin is crawling with a thousand insects and am desperate to brush the sensation away.

When he followed me upstairs after school, I was shocked, but he pointed at my desk and suggested we study there while listening to music. I decided against changing, as there was no way I was getting undressed with him in my bedroom.

His overly affectionate gestures made me second-guess us being in my bedroom, and being alone with him sent bubbles of anxiety through me. I glance at my phone, unsure of whether to ask Jade to come over, but knowing how protective Tommy is of her, that would only cause problems in their relationship, and my friend’s happiness is more important than my silly agreement to house a study session at my house.

“You’re really pretty, Ellie,” he breathes too close to my ear.

Oh shit.

My cheeks heat, and I attempt to shrug off his comment. “Thanks. So back to question four. This student is really struggling with the understanding of Shakespeare’s heart tragedies. Maybe we should hold an additional class for students that will take Shakespeare next year. Let’s face it, they’re already at a disadvantage, and throw in Shakespeare, I can appreciate the confusion.” I smile awkwardly when Darryl sits with his head resting on his elbow, staring at me with a love-struck expression I hadn’t recognized before now.

“You know I tried to make you jealous, with Jade, I mean.”

I roll my eyes. Darryl has always been flirty and tried to screw every girl within a mile radius of him, so the fact he lusted after my best friend is really no surprise. “It’s true. I’ve always liked you, Ellie.” He sits forward, and my mind goes blank at how to divert his attention. The next thing I know, his lips smack mine. Like an idiot, I sit unresponsive, my brain and body not computing what’s happening, and when he tries to coax my mouth open with his tongue, I raise my hand to push him away, but an almighty roar has me jerking back.

Rafael appears from nowhere, grips Darryl by his hair, and slams his face into my desk. Blood splatters over our schoolwork, and I jump up.

Fury flows from him, anger like no other. I’ve never seen anyone so out of control, so feral.

I beg him to stop, tugging on his shirt. “Please, stop. Rafael, stop!”

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