His Possession

Six

"Angel!" Will struts up to me and gives me  a charming smile. He leans dangerously to one side and his breath smells strongly of firewhisky. I move slightly behind Andrew for protection, but that even seems like a stupid move because it's Andrew who always hurts me. I spot Greg in a corner. Greg walks up to me and I feel safer "I'm so glad you decided to come down! Drew man here hasn't been any fun what so ever."

He goes to touch my arm but Andrew pulls me away before he can. "Don't touch her, Greg, he snaps hatefully. "I don't even want you talking to her tonight."

Greg pouts at me as I'm pulled away. "Drew what is this?" I ask as he takes another glass of brandy and downs it in one gulp. Samantha and Irene singing some sort of drunk song in the middle of the room, waving their hands hysterically like witches casting spells, and Will is now sitting on the couch making out with some brown haired girl that I know is not his wife.

Andrew shoves a glass of vodka in my hands. "Here, drink this," he says, but I don't want to. I don't want to let my guard down around all of these people. He takes a shot of some dark liquid, that may be rum, and then he turns to me and glares. "I hate you," he says and I look up at him fearfully.

"I…" I start but he cuts me off.

"I hate you so much that I wish you were dead sometimes." That worries me. I begin backing up until I hit the wall and Andrew is on me in a second. "But do you want to know what I hate most about you?" he asks with glazed eyes.

"W-What?" I ask fearfully. He's like a rabid dog right now. I don't know what he's going to do.

"I hate that you don't like me," he says and then he grabs my wrists, causing the glass I was holding to fall to the floor. "I hate that you don't want to kiss me," he says and then dips his head down to mine. "I hate that you don't love me like you should," he whispers against my lips.

He's scaring me. He really is, and I don't know what to do about it. "I love you," I say with no conviction what so ever, but I think I need to say it. I don't like the wild look in his eyes right now.

"Don't lie to me!" he screams into my face and I close my eyes and flinch. I've never seen Andrew drunk like this before. I've never seen him with his guard down.

"I do," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. He lets go of my wrists and plants his hands on both sides of my head, caging me in underneath him. I take this as an opportunity to convince him not to be crazy as I bring my hands up to his face. "I love you, Andrew." I say quietly and then I stand up on my tip toes to kiss him.

His body relaxes when my lips touch his, and he brings his right hand up to my face, running his thumb over the skin of my cheek. He pulls back and sighs, resting his forehead against mine.

"You don't mean that," he says tiredly. "Not yet."

I don't know what to tell him ,but I'm saved from answering when I hear a loud laugh and we both turn.

"Oh, the poor girl's afraid of the fire!" Samatha screeches as  someone slowly sticks one of the maid’s hand, I've never seen before towards the fire in the fireplace. My eyes widen at the sight. She's sweaty and looking fearfully at her hand.

"What's going on?" I ask, slightly panicked. Andrew still has one hand propped up against the wall and his body is so close to mine that I can't see everything that's happening.

"Will stuck her hand in," one of the girls laugh as the maid starts screaming and I cover my mouth with my hand. "Make him stop it, Drew."

He looks down at me and studies my reaction. He is obviously not troubled by what's happening. What the hell is wrong with him? I wrap my arms around him to convince him to help. "Please, she's really scared," I point out even though it's obvious by all the screaming.

"Will, stop it!" Andrew drawls out loudly after a few moments of me crying into his chest. "stop it!."

"But Drew man..."

"No, I can't have defected servants working around my house."

Grumbling to himself, the drunk Will releases her hand. The poor girl is still crying but no one seems to care as she's ushered out of the room. I flick a glance at Greg who seems to be the only one who's worried about it all.I almost follow her, but Andrew's hand on my arm stops me.

"Did it hurt you today when I didn't come?" he asks softly. Looking me in the eyes. I have no idea why he's bringing this up now. One of his friends just tortured someone in front of us. "Were you sad that I didn't take you to dinner today?"

"Yes," I answer honestly, despite being distracted with the torture I just saw.

He nods his head and lets a small smile come to his face. I don't understand him. He is completely crazy. "We'll go tomorrow, all right?" he studies my face and then kisses me. "I promise."

I nod my head but I know not to wait for him this time. All he does is lie.