Obsessed

DAWSON

I listened to the sounds of her footsteps until they faded and were replaced by an echoing silence.

Seconds turned into minutes and then became a moment, but I had yet to recover from the shock of the conversation we just had.

Fuck that!

It wasn't a conversation. I barely said a word. And the few I said were harsh and didn't sit right with her. It was too late to take them back. She didn't give me a chance to redeem myself, but instead, she went ahead to burn me with her words.

And all because of Smith. It fucking hurts listening to her defend him with so much passion, but she won't let me come a fucking inch closer to her.

She adores the guy like he was the best thing that happened to her. But with me, it's different. She's either scared of me or lashing out at me with so much spite. Knowing she harbors that much hate for me kills me a little more each day.

I know I deserve it. I deserve the anger, the hate, the curses. I deserve all of them. But I'm trying here. I'm fucking