Semua Bab His Twisted Obsession: Bab 51 - Bab 59

Dawn’s point of view“There he is,” some girls squeal as they rush towards the guys who are coming out of the locker room.I watch him as his eyes roam around, looking for me. His hair is still damp from the shower, and he’s dressed in his official team outfit. black baggy jeans with a white shirt and jumper.He looks exhausted. His sweep past the girls waiting for him, searching the dark lot until they lock onto me.He waves at me from across the road, but before he can even take three steps in my direction, the puck bunnies are swarming, blocking his path.They giggle, twirling their hair around their fingers and pressing into his space. A few feet behind him, Andrea looks like he is having the time of his life, soaking up the attention.Killian leans in, murmuring something into Andrea’s ear, and Andrea nods quickly, his eyes suddenly shifting and following the crowd.When Andrea looks past Killian, his eyes drift from me over to LJ. There’s a strange flicker in his gaze, something

Dawn’s Point of ViewKillian stands in front of the car, his palms flat on the hood, staring at me through the windshield with a desperate look in his eyes.He isn’t moving.The engine rumbles beneath me, but I can’t drive, so I pull the gear, slamming the car into park, and bury my face into my hands.The tears fall now, spilling through my fingers as my shoulders shake with sobs. I feel so small, trapped inside my car while my life turns into a public spectacle once again.I risk looking up at him through my blurred vision. He’s still standing there, his jaw set, unbothered even though people are starting to look.“Talk to me!” he shouts through the glass. His voice carries over the sound of the engine, drawing a few lingering eyes straight to us. Straight to me.I nod.He thinks I’m going to give in. He thinks I’m going to roll down the window and let him explain away what I saw with my own two eyes. He starts to round the front of the hood, stepping toward the driver’s side door.

Dawn’s point of view“Kill didn’t make it worse for me!” I snap back, tearing myself out of his embrace. My voice echoes sharply in the dark park.I can’t believe he’s trying to compare a stupid, thoughtless high school comment to the torment I endured. Yes, Damian is desperately trying to defend his girlfriend right now, but Bree ruined me.“You know what she did to me, Damian!” I snap, the words pouring out like venom, and I can’t stop them. “I can’t even eat a full meal or look at myself in a mirror because of her! I can’t walk anywhere on this campus without a label on my back! I can’t clear my head of dark thoughts because of what she put me through, and you went out and got with her anyway!”“I’m sorry, D,” he whispers, his voice cracking. He reaches out, his large hands gently cupping my cheeks to wipe away the fresh tears. “I just... I didn’t know what else I could do.”I close my eyes, letting out a breath. I give him a tiny nod to show that I hear him, but the emotional exha

Lauriel’s Point of ViewI wake up with a pounding headache. My back is pressed flat against something hard and warm.I blink a few times against the morning light filtering through the blinds, the foggy haze of the alcohol slowly lifting.The moment I realized I was wrapped in someone’s heavy arms, panic hit me like a bucket of ice water. Dawn isn’t built like a brick wall, which means I left the party last night without her.God, I’m such a terrible friend.I lift the sheet and look down at my body. I’m naked.A wave of pure dread washes over me. I slowly slide out from under the heavy arm draped over my waist, trying not to wake the sleeping giant beside me, and throw on my scattered clothes. I don’t even look back at the bed before rushing out into the hallway.The second the full weight of what I’ve done sinks in, I make a beeline for the dorms. I have spent the last several hours in my head, desperately trying to figure out how to handle the mess I’m making. When I finally reach

Killian’s point of view“I’m here to see you,” I tell her, my voice low.She doesn’t even hesitate. She throws her head up, her jaw locking into a stubborn line, and tries to push right past me to get to the glass doors.Before she can take another step, I wrap my arm around her waist, lift her right off her feet, and hoist her over my shoulder. I turn on my heel, ignoring the sharp gasp that leaves her mouth, and head straight back down the steps toward my car.“Killian! Put me down! Let me go!” she screams, her fists hammering against my back.I don’t say a word. I just raise my hand, deliver a spank to her ass, and she goes still in shock.A second later, she starts squirming again, kicking her legs, so I do it a second time until she stops fighting. I reach my car, yank the passenger door open, and slide her safely onto the leather seat.“We are going to talk, Dawn. No matter what,” I bark, leaning into the car’s interior to prevent her from sliding out.She glares up at me, her e