Obsessed *Editing*

She got away, but she wasn't safe. He would come back for her. No one ever got away from him


14. 13


(POVs change A LOT in this chapter)

*Kate’s POV*

Holy shit. What the fuck am I supposed to do now? There is a very big chance that Harry may be a homicidal serial killer. I slowly but surely made my way out from behind the wall I was standing behind. With a boost of confidence I spoke up.

“What the hell are you talking about?” I hoped my voice would come out strong and demanding, but it sound like a little mouse squeak. I mentally slapped myself for that.

“What all did you hear?” He asked nervously.

“Why the hell are you taking about sending letters and shit? Were you the one sending the letters to the police?”

“What? No, that’s insane. My friend, he just broke up with his girlfriend. He had me write her a note because he was too nervous to. I swear I’m not some kind of serial killer,” He chuckled.

My shoulders relax and I slightly smiled. What was I thinking, of course Harry’s not the killer. He wouldn’t be here if he were, and neither would Brigh.

“Sorry, it’s just with all this craziness going on I just have to be careful,”

“I completely understand,”


*Brigh’s POV*

Harry and Kate have been gone for a while, leaving me with Michael. The whole time they’ve been gone, Michael has been glaring at me. Frankly it’s making me quite uncomfortable and I wish Harry and Kate would hurry up with whatever the hell they are doing.

“You know, you don’t look that bad from behind,” Rather that was supposed to be a compliment or not it made me somewhat angry. And is that supposed to mean that I look bad from the front.

“Don’t talk to me,” I said harshly.

“Don’t be like that babe,”

Fuck no, he is not going to try and flirt with me. He suck a fucking creep.

“Could you not call me babe,”

“It’s just those leggings are doing that ass wonders,”

I mentally facepalmed for wearing leggings. I huffed and walked out of the kitchen in search of Harry and Kate. I found them over my John and Edna’s phone. They seemed to be having a very intense conversation.

“Hey guys, what’re you talking about?”

“Oh nothing, we were just going to come back to the kitchen. Are the cupcakes almost ready?” Kate said in a rush.

“Yeah they should be done in about ten minutes,” I said in more of a confused questioning tone of voice.


“Yeah ok, can you guys just please come back to the kitchen, you left me alone with the creep and he’s been making remarks about my ass,”

Harry instantly look downward toward my ass. I nudged him and he smiled. Then he realized what I told him Michael was saying.

“I swear I’m this close to ripping his head off,” his tone kind of caught me of guard but I sort of just laughed it off.

“Michael!” I heard Harry yell as he made his way to the kitchen.

As Kate and I walked into the kitchen Harry and Michael were in each other’s faces.

“What the hell were you saying about my girlfriend’s ass?”

Girlfriend? Wait what? Yeah, we’ve been on a few dates and he kissed me on my cheek, but we’ve never actually made it official. I smiled, then soon realized that they were about to murder each other.

“Maybe you should just leave Michael,” I said, not wanting to see Harry punch someone again.

“It’s not like I wanted to be here in the first place anyway,” He said and walked out of the kitchen.

Soon Karen walked into the kitchen, “What’s wrong with Michael he looked pretty upset when he left,”

“I don’t know, he just kind of got up left,” I lied.

Harry was still was standing there with his fist clench. I hesitantly walked over to him and placed my hand on his upper arm. He looked over to me, his eyes instantly softened.

“He’s not worth it,” I whispered.

He nodded and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, “Your bum does look quite cute in those leggings,” he said cheekily.

I laughed and slightly pushed him playfully. It’s okay when he says it because he’s not a creep. I pulled the cupcake out of the oven. Kate was instantly at my side, eyeing the cupcakes with hunger.

I laughed as I sat the cupcakes down to cool. I slapped Kate’s hand away as she reached for one. She pouted and took a seat at the kitchen table. Two minutes later I handed Harry and Kate some cupcakes.

Things are so much more fun when Michael isn’t here to ruin things.

*Michael’s POV*

I fucking hate Harry. Who the hell does he think he is, coming into my home and acting like a total dick. Then again I’ve been acting like a total dick. I don’t know I’ve just been acting like a completely different person since Brigh showed up. I don’t what it is about her, but she’s interesting and different.

I slightly jumped when the front door slammed shut. I heard Harry yell my name angrily. I rolled my eyes and walked down the stairs. Harry saw me and angrily stormed over to me, shoving me against the wall. I pushed him off and walked back upstairs not wanting to deal with his bullshit. When I reached the top of the stairs I was shoved against the wall again.

“Listen here you little prick, if you ever say anything about my girlfriend like that again I will kill you.” The sincerity in his voice was a bit intimidating.

“Dude it was a joke calm down.”

“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down. Don’t go near her again.” Then he swung his fist. It connected with my jaw.

I pushed him off and switched positions so now I was holding him against that wall.

“Don’t fucking touch me again. I can go near who ever I want. I actually like Brigh and I’m not myself around her.” Something inside of him clicked. He shoved me back with all of his might. I stumbled over my feet and tripped, falling down a flight of hardwood floors.

I laid at the buttom, not able to really move from all the pain.

“Shit, shit, shit….” I heard Harry say as he ran down the stairs. That was the last thing I remember hearing before blacking out.

*Harry’s POV*

Shit! How the hell am I supposed to deal with this now? I looked down and quickly untied his shoelaces. I’ll just tell them he tripped over his shoelaces. I got up and quickly ran next door.

“Harry what’s wrong?” I heard Brigh’s sweet voice.

“I-it’s Michael, he fell down the stairs.”

Karen was the first out of the door. Kate, Brigh, and I followed shortly after. Karen started crying when she saw the state of Michael. Kate hurried and called for an ambulance. The ambulance took him to the hospital, Karen rode along of course.

Edna and John insisted on us going to the hospital as well. I’m the one who put him in the hospital why the hell would I want to go see him.

“Harry, you didn’t have anything to do with this did you?” Brigh whispered as we sat in the back of John and Edna’s car.

“Of course not, sure I was angry with him, but not angry enough to push him down stairs,” I lied. Brigh would never look at me the same if she knew what I did.

“I didn’t think you did, I was just making sure.”

“I know, I was the only at the house when it happened. But I was in my room, and I heard a thud. His shoes were untied so I figure his just tripped on his shoelaces.” I lied again.

Brigh nodded and turned her attention back to the countryside we were driving through. Fifteen minutes later we arrived at the hospital. We found out what room he would be staying in and walked up to that floor. When we got there Karen was pacing while crying.

“Karen, is everything alright, how is he?” Brigh’s small voice asked from beside me.

“I don’t know yet, the doctors won’t let me back to see him they said they’re checking fo-,”

“Ms. Clifford, may I have a word with you?” we all turned are heads to the doctor that spoke.

Karen nodded and followed him to speak somewhere more privately. Not really that private, we could still see them. The doctor started speaking and Karen instantly started sobbing and sank to the floor.

He’s dead, was the first thing that crossed my mind. After a few minutes Karen calmed down enough to come back over to us.

“T-they said that he, he’s in a coma,” She started sobbing again.


-Tessa x

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