His Possession

Five

I was extremely bored this afternoon so I attempted to kill time by doing my hair in some very complicated looking style that took a million bobby pins and clips. I weaved random small braids through out my hair and when I was finally finished with my masterpiece I looked down and found a magazine on the counter.

I'm trying not to upset Andrew anymore especially since I touched his 'pistol' so when footsteps come into the room I stay in the position that I'm in without looking behind me. I'm sitting on my knees on one of the couches, resting my arms against the window ledge as I ran my eyes through a magazine, staring at happy couples. They must be so happy to be in love. That just reminded me of what I had become.

"I love coming home to this." I turn my head and see Andrew watching me with a smirk on his face. I blush. I don't know why I still blush around him. "You make quite the picture, princess." He says.

"Are you home for the night?" I ask, trying to be nice. Recently he had been gone every night. I can tell it's starting to take a toll on him. He looks so tired and I hate myself when I find myself caring.

He smiles at me. "Yes, I'll be home all night." He walks towards me and I turn my head back to the window and rest my head on my arms. He's so close to me now that I can feel his breath on the top of my head, tickling my hair. His fingers play along the curve of my waist, and I try to pay attention to the magazine I'm reading, instead of his fingers. "Have you ever gone on a date before?" he asks me softly, as his hand dances along my bare skin. I almost yell but I look at him and realizes he actually cares. I have gone on a few play dates with Kendall, but I don't think it counts.

There's a moments pause. "I could go on a date with you if you'd like," he says against my neck as he rests one knee between my legs and the other propped up on the couch.

"Really?" I ask, not believing that he would actually let me out of this freaking house. "Yes, really," he says as his chest becomes flush up against my back. His hands come up and holds my face up. "I don't have work tomorrow," he tells me as he kisses my neck and I tilt my head to let him. "How about I take you out around noon?" I turn around and smile at him. "Yes!" I say excitedly. I love that he asks me if noon's alright. He knows perfectly well I have nothing else to do. He lies down on the couch and pulls me on top of him so I'm straddling his waist. he looks up at me with a satisfied smile on his face. I'm so happy that I lean down and kiss him on my own, but as his tongue slides into my mouth, I realize how terribly wrong this is. I shouldn't be doing this, I shouldn't be happy that he's doing something with me. I pull away and steady myself on his chest. "What's wrong?" he asks gently. He can be so nice to me, but then turn around and be the cruelest person alive. I hate that he does this to me. I hate everything about him. He rubs my arms. "Are you alright?" I shake my head and step off of him. "I'm sorry," I say. "I don't feel very well," I lie so he won't think I'm out right rejecting him. That would just make him mad and that's dangerous for me. His face becomes stone, he obviously doesn't believe me. "Fine," he snaps, standing up and adjusting his tie. I had work to do anyways." He leaves and slams the door. He doesn't go to his room that night and in the back of my mind I have a sneaking suspicion that I may have hurt his feelings… but that's just silly because he doesn't have any. I wake up really early. I'm a bit excited that I get to leave the house today and I feel a smile on my face as I stretch out my arms. The maid comes in with my breakfast. "Where's Drew?" I ask her, trying not to sound like I care. I was surprised that he didn't come to bed last night. Not that I minded, it was nice to have a break from his drive, but he's never missed a night at his house. she starts fiddling with her apron. "He's out, Ma'am." I take a swig of orange juice and watch her. "Where is he? I thought he didn't have to work today." She shrugs her shoulders. "I don't know, Ma'am. He didn't tell me to tell you where he was." I frown and look down at my plate. Oh well, it's still a couple hours until noon comes around.

***

"Angel, come here," Andrew's voice becomes harsh and his words sound slurred. Is he drunk? I stand up and make my way over to him, watching his movements carefully. When I reach him he grabs me and kisses me on the mouth in the sloppiest way. When I manage to push him back I have to wipe off my mouth with my hand. "Put this on," he says harshly, throwing a reddress on the bed. "We've got company."

I slowly put the dress on my body, and before I even ask him, he walks behind me and starts tying the back of the dress.

I turn around and face him with a frown once he's finished tying me up. "I thought we were going out to dinner today," I say softly, searching his eyes.

He sneers at me and I take a step back to get away from it. "Why would I do anything for you?" he snaps meanly and I suddenly want to cry again.

He takes my hand and drags me out into the hallway. I can hear people laughing downstairs and I look down at my bare feet, feeling afraid. I hate this. We go down the steps at an alarming speed, and when we reach the sitting room, I see about five of his friends hanging around, completely drunk and still drinking more.