Clara-

I sat there shocked by his words. Did he just say what I think he said?

"What did you just say?"

"I said, I wouldn't count on that."

"What did you do to her?" I spat.

"Believe me Angel, I did nothing.

Tears formed in my eyes and startling pouring down my cheeks.

"You liar! what the hell did you do!" I stood up and started yelling.

"I didn't nothing." he screamed back and towered over me.

"Your lying!"

"Fine you want to know where that slut is, she's rotting in a ditch. she's waiting for a body bag. happy?" he spat.

My eyes widened with ever word he said.

"You. son. of. a. bitch." I screamed the last part and started pounding my fists on his chest.

"I. hate. you!" I kept screaming over and over

He pushed me back making me stumble.

"I had no choice!" he yelled.

"Bullshit! you could've let me go. you didn't have to be a psychotic stalker!"

"I'm not psychotic angel."

"Oh yeah, then what do you call a person who stalks someone then kidnaps them in the middle is the night, oh and that's same person murdered another persons friend."

"I didn't kill Jess."

"Then who the fuck did?"

"Eric"

"Who the fuck is Eric?"

"Remember at Dejia Vu, the blonde guy who Jess went home with?"

"Yeah...."

"I hired him to kill her for me. but I told him to get close to her and wait until I give the final 'okay' to kill her."

"Why?"

"So we could be together."

"You're crazy! I will never be with you."

He grabbed the sides of my uppers arms and pulled me closer to him.

"You can't escape fate Clara, we're meant to be together."

"Stop! you're hurting me." I shouted.

"What will it take for you to understand that you are mine Clara and no one else can have you but me." he eyes turned a darker green they were filled with anger.

"I will never be yours." I whispered and looked at the ground."

I grabbed hold if my chin and forcefully made me look at him.

"Don't you ever fucking say that again!"

"It's the truth."

He pushed me back and started pacing.

"Clara, if this is what it's going to take to make you realize you're mine so be it."

He grabbed my waist and threw me over his shoulder and started walking upstairs.

"Put me down!" I screamed. I started kicking and pounding my fisted against his back.

Suddenly the threw me down and my back made contact with a soft material.

I looked around and saw the I was on the bed.

Andrew crawled on top of me and straddled my waist, he captures my wrists in his large and and pinned them on either side of my head.

"Get off me!" I screamed and started sobbing.

"Listen to me dammit, I would never break your heart, I would treat you right, I love you Clara why can't you see that." tears formed in his eyes.

He crawled off and slammed the bedroom door shut as he left to room.

"God Dammit!" he yelled as I heard him punch a wall.

I crawled off the bed and walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

For the first time in weeks I finally saw what I look like and I look like shit.

My hair was tangled and oily, I had no make up on, and I didn't smell that great either.

I locked the bathroom door and turned on the hot water in the shower.

Once it was at a good temperature I undressed and slipped into the shower.

The water run over me for a moment. I glanced at my burn marks and cringed.

I looked around for some shampoo, I going some Irish spring shampoo and used that, then I used the Irish spring shower gel and washed off.

Once I was dried off and changed back into what I was wearing from earlier.

I walked back into the bedroom and it was completely dark, I was terrified.

Andrew-

She opened the bathroom door and stepped into the bedroom, the room was completely dark.

Her steps were slow and hesitate.

"An-Andrew?"

I started silent on the darkest corner of the room.

I heard her run to the bed and jump underneath the cover, a smile tugged at my lips.

I knew she was scared of me but soon she won't be.

Once I knew she was asleep I slipped out of the room and walked down to the basement.

Once I turned on all the lights all the computer screens turned on and it was video footage from around the house.

I went to the screen that was labeled 'master bedroom' which was my room and the room that Clara is asleep in.

She looked so peaceful me beautiful.

It looked like was curled into a ball and like she was trembling.

For the next few hours I watched her sleep then she would sit straight up.

What was she dreaming about?

Around three in the morning I turned everything off and went upstairs.

I took off my shirt and changed into sweat pants.

I'm not sleeping on the floor, so I crawled next to her and wrapped an arm protectively around her mainly so of she woke up and saw I was sleeping she could escape, I weighed more the she did.

To my surprise she turned over and snuggled closer to me.

I didn't do say anything, I was perfectly fine with her snuggling up to me.

**next morning*

Clara-

I woke up only to see a shirtless Andrew beside me which made me gasp.

His arm was wrapped protectively around me.

I tried to lift his arm off of me but failed.

My next option was to wiggled out of his grasp but failed.

His hand tightened around my waist.

I turned my head slowly and saw Andrew wide awake with a playful smirk upon his lips.

"Going somewhere?"

"N-no.."

"Don't lie to me Angel."

"I-I'm not I swear." my voice cracked.

"Can you please let go of my waist?"

"But why? I like holding you."

He sat up and hovered over me, both his hands on my waist.

He kissed my forehead, then my cheek and made his way to my neck and left tiny kisses.

As his lips met the part where my neck and shoulder meet, my eyes closed and I couldn't think.

I didn't realize I let out a soft moan until Andrew chuckled.

"Found it." he said as he keeps leaving tiny pecks. He found my sweet spot. a place that will make any girl moan.

"S-stop."

"You know you want this. relax it's alright."

One of his hands trailed gone to the hem of the shirt and started to push it up.

As his hand touch the bare skin of my side, I flinched.

"Relax" he whispered into my hear.

He moved down and started leaving light kissed on my stomach and abdomen.

He lifted his head and his lips made contact with mine.

I pushed him back.

"Get the fuck off me. Andrew please..."

"No can do angel." he smirked.

"You psycho get off! I fucking hate you."

I tried pushing him off but he didn't even move.

He captured my hands in his and feels them tightly.

He smirked.

"Oh sweetheart, your going to regret that."