Page 30 of Red Obsession

“Gabriel Hollow!” Izel yells. I’m sure if I was downstairs, I’d hear it. “Listen, we don’t need to stay here long okay. Just… let’s rest, and in a week's time we’ll leave, okay?”

I don’t wait until Gabriel answers her. Turning on my heel I head back downstairs. They’re not leaving, especially Izel. My need for her is growing uncontrollably and if that means locking them both in this house I will.She won’t be able to breathe without me, I’ll make sure of it.

But first I need to cook them food and then Izel is going to tell me about this little eye problem she apparently has.

An hour later I’m pulling out the vegetable lasagna from the oven when Izel walks into the kitchen.

“Gabriel went to sleep,” she says. Making herself at home, she sets up on the barstool. “What’s that?” she asks, pointing to what I took out.

“Uh, lasagna,” I choke out.

Fuck, I need to get my shit together.

“Oh, well, that’s good,” she mumbles, her eyes dropping before she looks everywhere else but at me.

“There’s no meat in it. It’s all vegetables. I figured you both would be hungry…” I trail off, feeling hesitant on if I should have even cooked for them.I don’t do this, I don’t make those around me comfortable.

“Really?” Izel picks up, finally looking up at me, her unclear eyes zeroed in on me.

“Your eyes,” I blurt out.

Izel cocks her head to the side, studying me.

“Are you blind?” I ask, cutting a piece of lasagna for her. Plating it, I scoot the food over until it’s right in front of her.

“No. I’m not blind.” Izel's voice hardens, shoving a forkful of food into her mouth.

“What’s wrong with them?”

I don’t know why I have to be such an ass. There are a million other ways I could ask her about what is wrong with them.

“Wow, Zion, and to think we could have been friends.” Sarcasm drips out like venom. “For your information nothing is wrong with my eyes. They are perfect just the way they are.” Her voice wobbles, trying her best to act as if me asking hasn’t affected her the way it has.

I don't know what to say. Everything she’s saying is true. We’re not friends. I don’t want to just be friends with her. I don’t even know anything about her, besides her weird obsession with green apples, dill pickle chips, sugar addictions, even her Hannah Montana obsession, and her knowing all the songs. There’s also nothing wrong with her eyes; they are perfect just the way they are. She’s beautiful and I’m not just saying that because I want to stick my cock in her.

Izel is drop dead gorgeous, and she does something to my heart. She makes me feel things that I didn’t know were possible for myself to feel.

“Well, this was great, but I’m going to go to my room.” She breaks me from my thoughts. I hadn’t realized I’m staring at her, frowning until I furrow my brows to find they already were.

“Izel, I did–”

“No, it's fine. I’ve always been the weird one with messed up eyes, everyone sees it that way. What makes you different? So, it's fine, yup totally and completely fine. So, yeah, I’m going to go and head to bed. Thanks for dinner.” Izel shuffles before turning on her heel and running off.

Double fuck.

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Zion

Myfeethitthetop of the stairs, debating on if I should turn left and just go to my room. I could shower and take this fucking mask off without the fear of her seeing me without it. Or I could go check on Izel and explain to her that I’m a major fuck up. That the words from my mouth didn’t reflect on what was going on inside my head.

There is absolutely nothingwrong with her eyes. I love them. They are that perfect forest green. Sure they are cloudy, but I can get lost in them. I can lose myself in them. I already find myself lost.

Fuck I turned into a goddamn pussy.

Fuck it.

Marching towards her door, I knock but hear nothing. Twisting the door handle, I push it open slowly, the sound of the water running hits my ears. I could just wait for her on the bed, but when I hear the soft whimper coming from the bathroom, I’m moving. The bathroom isn’t locked, thankfully. Steam fills the room, the mirror completely fogged over. My eyes immediately lock onto Izel, who sits in the middle of the shower stall.

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