She doesn't get to leave me.
That's the first thought. And it's so haunting I am sure I can feel every muscle in my body tensing. The first ugly, venomous thing that slithers into my head as I watch her disappear into her brother's car.
The second thought is even worse.
She's f*****g mine.
She might not know it yet, but that doesn't matter. Not to me at least. It never f*****g has. Logic has no place in my heart. And not even this goddamn sickness, an obsession, something dark and festering, and I don't even care to question it.
Because thought of her belonging to... no... even the thought of her leaving my sight makes my vision bleed red. The idea of someone taking her away from me, even if it's her goddamn brother, it makes my f*****g skin crawl. It's insane. But I don't care.
I do
