Isabella Summer is an average, bright 17 years old book nerd, who couldn't wait to graduate her senior year of high school to attend her dream college in a state over.
She aspired to be an author.
She aspired to live quietly and peacefully.
And s...
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Sweet began to form on top of my nose and forehead, this is not good.
"H-Huh? What are you talking about?"
I saw his hands tightened on the steering wheel and his jaw clenched. I quickly look away from his raging form.
"Princess, you not only have the audacity to disobey my orders but even lie to my face."
"Is it because of that fuck? That typical high school looking boy that you happily went out on a fucking date at lunch."
Oh my god, he knows! But how?
I could hear his breaths becoming heavier and heavier like he was losing it but trying to control himself.
"How did you know I went out with him? I don't know what you are on but I was with Chloe the whole lunch." I lied through my teeth, trying to play dumb, hoping it would work.
We stopped at a red light.
He closed his eyes and tilted his head back on the head rest of the car, "Baby girl, just what can I do to make you understand that you belong to me?"
"I don't belong to no-"
"I FUCKING OWN YOU."
"YOU'RE MINE ONLY AND IT FUCKING WILL ALWAYS BE THAT WAY NO MATTER WHO THE FUCK SAY OR DO ANYTHING. THERE'S NOTHING AND I MEAN NOTHING IN THIS WORLD THAT WILL STOP ME FROM KEEPING YOU TO MYSELF."
I cowered in fear as he kept on yelling these crazy words that I couldn't quite comprehend. How could a normal sane person have these stupid thoughts, he's clearly ill.
And why the fuck is the light still red, it seemed we were stuck in a traffic jam. Oh gosh.
"Please.. I just want you to myself, is that too much to fucking ask for? I can't stand the thought of you paying attention or even thinking about any other men other than me. I can't fucking stand it, it makes me want to fucking kill every single men in this world."
"Xavier.. you're clearly not okay. You need to get help, we can get help together, please I'll be there until you recover from all this, whatever it is."
"I'M NOT INSANE! I don't fucking need help, I need you."
"Isabella, you're the only thing I need in this world and I'll be sane as long as you're right beside me."
He took my hand in his right hand, caressing it with his thumb.
⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ *Mature theme later in the chapter*
When we finally got home, he roughly pulled me into the house and in the room where we slept last night. I sat on the bed, not knowing what to do. He started taking off his blazer and tie, un buttoning a few buttons down his white dress shirt. He sat laying back on the couch across the room, pouring himself a drink that looked like alcohol. He took out his phone and pressed on something and brought it up to his ear.
