ob·ses·sion
/əbˈseSHən/
𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑛
the state of being obsessed with someone or something.
A possessive/-obsessive boy who would do anything to win the boy heart that he desperately wants. Even if that means taking out anything that gets in his way. Ho...
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I just finished reading the letter Daijon had slid under the door, and I couldn't help but sob the whole time. Part of me felt bad for what he's been through, but at the same time, he's the one who kidnapped me and caused me to be single now. I shouldn't be feeling bad for him after everything he's done to me. But somehow, my heart still has a soft spot for him.
I shook my head to try and clear my thoughts, then quickly got up and placed the letter on my nightstand. I slowly approached the door, taking a deep breath before reaching for the doorknob. I've been staying in this cabin in the middle of nowhere for a few days now, and I haven't left my room even once. I haven't even opened the door for breakfast or to use the bathroom.
"Jamir, are you finally ready to talk? I miss seeing your face," Daijon asked from the other side of the door.
I looked at the doorknob and saw that it was still locked. I couldn't believe what I was about to do, but maybe I could get through to him one last time.
I took a deep breath and stood up straight. "I am. I'm ready to come out," I said, unlocking the door and instantly being pulled into a hug from Daijon.
"It's about time you came out of the room. I made dinner, breakfast, and lunch, and you still didn't come out to eat. You had me worried," he said, holding my hand and pulling me into the kitchen.
"Do you really think I have the appetite to eat? You kidnapped me!" I said, pulling my hand back so he wouldn't hold it anymore.
He gazed at me for about 10 seconds before laughing. "So why did you come out here? Did you read the letter I wrote for you?" he asked.
"Yeah," I sighed. "And I want to know more. I want to know why you're like this."
"Alright, but I have to tell you that the rest isn't for the weak. It might make your stomach turn," Daijon warned.
"If you know me, then you know I can handle the truth" I said as he nodded his head.
"When I started middle school, I began skipping almost all of my classes to stay home with my father. I wanted to learn more and more about what being a man was, so some days I went to school and some days I didn't. But on this awful day, I wish I wouldn't have gone," Daijon said with a heavy sigh.
"What happened the day you went?" I asked, placing my hand on his shoulder.
"I was getting ready for school and heard my parents arguing like they always do. Around this time, I was also starting puberty, and my emotions were all over the place, so I started to hate everything. Including my mother. The only person I still truly showed love to was my little sister. I made sure she was okay at all times," Daijon explained, his voice shaking slightly.
