Page 46 of His Obsession Her Cure
“Yeah, and I don’t give a fuck. She is part of you, and I’m not scared. Neither of you is leaving me. We will figure out how to make this work.” He said, dropping the cloth and gripping my face in his hands.
“It’s taken care of. You don’t have to worry about any of that.” He said, caressing my cheek.
“Nyx could hurt someone. I’m not in control when we get to that point and Nyx has never been known to hold back when threatened. She sees red and lashes out at everyone in her space. Char was there too. I could have hurt her like I hurt that girl.”
“Fuck that girl. She got exactly what she asked for when she decided to approach you on some bullshit that had nothing to do with her. And when I find out who put her up to that shit, they gon’ be in the same plot. You love Char, I know you do, and you nor Nyx would ever let anything happen to her. I see how your face lights up when you're around her. If I didn’t know any better, I would think that you were obsessed with her just as much as you are with me. But I know that’s how you show your love. So, no, there ain't gon’ be no breaks.”
“Why are you trying to make him leave? I'm not sorry for what I did to protect us. I’d do it again in a heartbeat, but you know I would never hurt Charlotte. She is ours and we take care of what’s ours. I’ll be good from now on, I promise Pep. Please.”
I listened to them both plead their case, taking it all in until Gunner said the thing that would keep him tethered to us forever.
“I love you lil baby. I love you and no one gets to make you feel unworthy about our love. What do you need for me to show you that I love you? I will give you anything you need to become secure in your spot in my life, both of you. Anything but space. I’m not giving you time to run because I can’t be expected to live without you since I’ve had the chance to experience what it's like to be loved by you. And if I have to love you and Nyx differently, I'll learn how to do that too.” He said, stroking a piece of hair behind my ear.
“You don’t understand Gunner, I’ve done these types of things before. Nyx and I have hurt people in blind rages without remorse, and we’ll do it again because that is who we are. We don’t feel guilt or shame or love. We can never love you the way you needed. I can obsess and fixate but loving you like you deserve is something that I’m not sure I can give. And whathappens if we bring a child into this world, like me. Could you honestly say you could love a child with mental illness?”
“Didn’t I just tell you I love you enough for the both of us. You don’t ever have to love me in the traditional sense. I’ll take everything you have to give. I wouldn’t care if our child turned out to be a carbon copy of Nyx, I would love them no matter what. As long as we keep them safe, they will turn out to be phenomenal like their mom.
“I can’t promise you that another delusional bitch won’t ever try to come at you sideways about me. But what I can say is just like the last two bitches that tried to cause discord in our lives, they will live to regret it or maybe they won’t.” Gunner said cryptically.
“Let me tell you everything before you make up your mind.” I said, before telling him in detail what I did to Taye the night before I left home.
“Tell him. Let him see it all.”
My eyes closed and I took a deep breath. My body trembled as the memory replayed in my head. Too real in my mind as the muffled screams of my ex-tormenter blended with the song in our head.
“If you ask me, I’m ready…”
For five years Taye played on my need to be loved, cared for and protected. He made me believe that I was safe with him and that I could be myself. He told me I was beautiful and special, that I was not weird, strange or crazy like people told me I was. But worst of all he made me think he saw me. But then it all changed in the blink of an eye. I went from being treasured to tortured. If I did something that he didn’t like I was belittled and mocked for being worthless and alone. Because no one wanted a fat black psycho. Taye would often threaten me with involuntary commitment at the psychiatric facility that I had been sent to after my parents’ death. I stayed there for a few months untilmy aunt came and got me so she could keep the little money my parents left when they died.
“If you ask me, I’m ready… to give you all of me…”
The night before I came here, I tortured him in the basement of the home I lived in with my parents when they were alive. I called Taye pretending that I had decided to end it all by taking a bottle of Xanax at my parents' old home. I sent him my location and waited and when he got there to stop me, I hit him over the head with an iron skillet. Taye would never let me kill myself because how dare I take the life that belonged to him.
When he woke up, he was tied to a chair and gagged with duct tape. I beat him within an inch of his life before I carefully sliced into his body, listening to him beg and cry through the tape. Every cut was an orgasm. Every scream, a symphony. He begged, but the song in my head and in my heart was louder. We lost ourselves in the thrill of drawing out his death until it was over and we were drunk on the feeling of protecting ourselves.
“He cried like a bitch when I carved the notes of our favorite song into his chest. It was exhilarating.”
“If you ask me, I’m ready…”
Silence in the room was only broken by Nyx’s humming as she reminisced.
“That’s who I am. That’s what Nyx makes me. If you’re smart, you’ll run.”
“He won’t run, Pepper. He’s too far gone. He loves us. Even now.”
And when Gunner finally reached out, cupping my face with a wet hand, I realized she was right.
“I’m not running. Not from either of you.” He whispered.
And with that statement I knew that I couldn’t leave him, not because I was scared but because as crazy as it sounded, I loved that he would do anything to make sure I was comfortable andsafe, even if that meant killing someone or in our case hiding a body.
“I’m never letting him go for anyone, not even you. So you better get on board and realize we deserve this.”
“I love you, Gunner." I said, because Nyx was right for once. “Not in a traditional type of love, but in that slit a bitches throat for talking to you because it causes me physical pain to see you talk to women that aren’t your family type.” I said, kissing his lips, sliding my tongue into his mouth. I reveled in the taste of him as I turned my body to straddle him.
He gripped my hips, lifting me so that the head of his enormous dick was pushing at my entrance before pushing me down onto him until we were flush.
“Fffffuck,” we both groaned. We stayed fused together as we basked in the feel of each other, the warm water splashing around us.
