The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 37: Bad person

Chapter 37: Bad person

"I’m fine, just tired" she mumbled, folding her arms tighter in front of her as she kept her gaze fixed on the ground.

The sound of Remo switching off the gas and his footsteps echoing against the floor until he stood in front of her. An internal plea for him to leave lingered in her thoughts.

He lifted his hand, nudging the knuckle of his curled pointer finger under her chin to prompt her to look at him. When she raised her tear-streaked eyes, his lips pressed together flatly. "That’s more than just being tired, love," he stated, the usual arrogance in his voice replaced by a softer tone.

"What’s wrong?"

He pulled her away from the kitchen into her room.

"Come on tell me, I don’t like the tears in your eyes"

Abby looked at him, "W-why d-o y-ou care?"

Remo frowned, "Of course I care you’re my wife. "

"May-be this was a bad—idea Remo..." she stuttered trying to swallow down her sobs.

Remo held her chin to make her look at him , but she refused to do so.

She finally gave in and that’s when he caught the tears brimming in her eyes. For a moment, he forgot how to breathe, the sight of the tears in her eyes devouring his heart. Reaching for her, he attempted to wrap his arms around her, but she struggled against him. She pushed him away, yet he persisted, no matter how fast or hard she resisted, until she finally dissolved into him.

She started sobbing into his shoulder, desperately clutching his back. He kissed the side of her head, attempting to understand the turmoil going on inside her. Holding her tightly, he pressed her against him more than he ever had before as she cried into his neck.

"What happened?" he whispered. Abby quieted down and pulled away, refusing to look into Remo’s eyes as she wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "Don’t," he urged. He reached up to hold her face in his hands, forcing her to look into his eyes after she attempted to free herself from his grip.

"What are you doing? Let me in, Abby. Please, just let me in." Closing his eyes, he brought her temple to his, inhaling the warmth of her scent and desperately digging his fingers into her jaw and neck

"Abby, we’re in this together. Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out. Talk to me," he urged, his voice gentle.

Abby hesitated, torn between the burden of her emotions and the comfort of his presence. She finally whispered, "I can’t keep pretending everything’s fine. It’s tearing me apart."

Remo embraced her, holding her close. "You don’t have to pretend. I’m here for you," he reassured, his grip providing a momentary solace in the midst of her emotional storm.

As Abby buried her face in his chest, the echoes of her sobs began to fade, replaced by the warmth of Remo’s support.

She pulled away and wiped the tears off her face.

"Do you think I’m a bad person?"

Remo’s face faltered a little but he kept his composure.

"Everyone is a bad person freckles, that’s what makes us humans. What’s wrong?"

"I-I know you still love Bella, and—I—this whole arrangement—I—wasn’t supposed to feel anything for you Remo—but—I’m not sure anymore....all these emotions are too overwhelming. The kiss is all I can think about and I want more....but you can’t give me more and I shouldn’t want more—-but—-I—feel so bad—-it’s like I’m stealing you away from her—-she is supposed to be the one married to you—the one to sleep in the same bed with you but I’m glad is not her! I’m selfish I know—-I—feel so bad—-I’m a horrible person—I shouldn’t crave you or imagine—you—touching me—I shouldn’t have those thoughts but—-anytime you look at me it’s all I can think about! Now that I have had a taste of your lips—-I’m just—-just—-"

She sighed, "doomed." She added.

A myriad of emotions played across his face, leaving Abby bewildered; sadness, irritation, and a questionable hint of hunger. She couldn’t fathom why. Maybe she shouldn’t have said those words.

Gently, he held either side of her face. Drawing closer, his eyes flicked between hers. Breathing became a challenge, as if the entire room evaporated, her heart beating erratic in her ears.

His tongue grazed his lower lip, and his voice, soft yet low, murmured, "I’m not going to lie and say you don’t fascinate me, Abby. You’re the one puzzle I can’t seem to figure out - you’re like an itch I can’t scratch, you and that purity of yours gets under my skin and I have no idea how you do it."

Raking his fingers through his hair, he added, "I loved my sweet Bella, and I don’t know if I could ever love anyone as much as I loved her. I’m not going to lie to you and give you any false hopes. I can give you everything except the one thing you would need the most. I’m sorry, Abby. Izabella has been dead for four years; I think she would want me to move on, maybe not with her best friend, but I’m not a good person, Abby."

Abby felt her heart crushing into pieces. He didn’t have to rub it in her face. God, that was painful.

She didn’t say anything, she didn’t know what to say. You’re never exactly prepared for a situation like this; she has never met anyone like Remo, and she was floundering with how to handle this situation. She had no idea what the right thing to do was. As always, her lines of right and wrong started to blur when it came to him.

"I’m not a good person, Abby, I never pretended I was," he stated, watching carefully for her reaction. Abby closed her eyes, squeezing them as her heart constricted when he cautiously cupped the side of her face, swiping the pad of his thumb across her cheek to get rid of the moisture.

"I don’t know what I’m doing, and I know you deserve someone as pure as you, but I’m too selfish to let you go. Instead of love, let me give you something else. "

"W-what?" She managed out.