Page 27 of Professor Obsessed

“Kitten, I don’t…,” I started before she cut me off.

“You did this,” her voice whispered, “didn’t you?”

I just looked at her, we were having this conversation again? I thought we were perfect after the weekend, I thought everything was on an understood level. No one touched what was mine and got to live to tell the tale.

“Emma, you’re mine. He tried to kiss you, he touched you, he,” I was starting to stumble over my words, “he was trying to take you from me.”

The elevator had stopped moving and we were on the first floor, her eyes wide in disbelief just staring at me as I spoke the words. She still cried silently, her features morphing to something unpleasant.

“You’re fucked in the head,” she whispered, “I can’t believe I let you fuck me.”

Her feet moved quickly as she made her way out of the building and out into the empty campus toward the bus stop.

“Emma, what do you want from me? I told you the truth like you asked me to do,” my eyes scanned the surrounding area to see if there was anyone watching before I grabbed a hold of her arm.

She whipped around to face me, “Get off me.”

“Kitten, don’t do this to me,” I pleaded with her.

“Don’t call me that!” she snapped, “You have no regard for human life, you have no remorse! Do you even care that someone is fucking dead! You killed him,” her voice broke then, “You killed that random person, you stole a car to make it look like an accident,” her voice was getting shrill as her words tumbled out, “You mutilated a woman and threw her in a body of water. And I justified it. I gaslit myself into making it okay, because of how badly I wanted you to want me.”

“I did all of that for you my sweet kitten,” I tightened my grip on her arm, “all of those things brought me to you, you’re who I'm meant to be with. I want you more than I've wanted anything in my life. I belong to you, and you belong to me.”

“You didn’t do shit for me,” she spat trying to pull her arm free of me. “You manipulated me, you made me think for a second that I was special. But I'm not, not to you. Whenever something doesn't fit in your life plan, you get rid of it. And I refuse to stick around and wait for you to do the same damn thing to me. And I don't belong to anyone,” her snarl as she spoke the last words gave me chills, “and I don’t want you to belong to me.”

My grip intensified on her arm. She was not going to leave me. I wouldn’t allow it.

“You aren’t leaving me Emma,” I snarled.

Her gaze hardened as she jerked in my grip, “Yes I am.”

She thrashed to get her arm free, and when that didn’t work, she reared her leg back and kicked me in the dick. Fire shot up through my torso landing like a fucking rock in the pit of my stomach as I doubled over.

“Don’t contact me anymore Professor Lowe,” she spat the words at me while I gripped my balls willing for the pain to subside. I felt like I couldn't even speak, the pain was like rushing water through my ears. The only thing I could hear was the voice in my head telling me to get up and take her. To take her and run far away.

“You can’t leave me,” my voice came out in a pathetic grunt.

“Worried your demented secret is gonna get out?” she mocked me as she took a few steps back.

The tingling sensation made its way down my spine as my body straightened a bit. I was throbbing in the worst way, barely able to see straight. I made eye contact with her. She looked at me with disgust.

“Kitten,” I wheezed, fearful that if I moved, my legs would give up on holding me up.

“I’m not your fucking kitten,” her voice cracked.

I went to stand and my vision blurred in a flash of agonizing white. By the time it focused, I was still hurting. Too much pain to even move and Emma was nowhere in sight.

“Emma?” I croaked.

The empty campus was the only answer as I stood crestfallen on the sidewalk. Straightening, nausea came on powerfully as I turned and threw up on the street. My eyes stung, the same way they did all those years ago.

This heartbreak though, I thought as my stomach emptied itself on the curb, I was sure I’d never recover from.

24

EMMA

God I was an idiot. I sobbed hysterically into my pillowcase the second I got home. Chase was a fucking psychopath and I was letting him stay with me. I had let him stay after I saw the weird collage of victims on his wall. More tears spilled down my cheeks at the shame I felt.

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