Obsessed *Editing*

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


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*Brigh’s POV*

            Have you ever been so scared that you just wanted to burst out in tears? Hide in a corner and shelter yourself from reality that is your everyday life? See, that’s the exact feeling I felt as soon as I woke up.

            “Brigh? What’s wrong, babe?” Harry smooth voice whispered in my ear. My eye lids fluttered open and my neck and face felt sweaty. My arms were wound up against my chest tightly, my legs curled under me, and my back facing Harry.

            “Hm?” I pushed myself up and looked around. “Oh my god.” I sighed heavily in relief. There were no police men bursting through the front door, accusing Harry of something that he clearly wasn’t. He couldn’t be. It just didn’t…fit. I hunched my shoulders and closed my eyes.

            “What was your dream about?” Harry asked, rubbing his hand up and down my arm. I leaned into his touch just a bit.

            “You really wanna know?” I laughed nervously. No, I couldn’t tell him what my dream was about. It’d definitely weird him out and I didn’t want to do that. Harry smirked and sat up straighter.

            “Well, no turning back now. You got me interested.” He chuckled, pulling me closer to his warm body. I turned toward his chest and draped my arms around his neck, playing with the messy curls at the base of his skull. I thought of a quick lie.

            “I was on a big boat and there was this storm, then the next thing I know I’m in the ocean and sharks are eating me.” Not my best lie per say, but hey, at least I thought of something believable. 

            “I’m sorry,” Harry mumbled, stroking my cheek softly with the pad of his thumb. I shrugged.

            “It’s over now,” I sent a small smile towards him and smacked a kiss on his cheek. “What time is it?”

            He pushed me down to the mattress, reaching over me to get a good look at the clock on the nightstand on my side of the bed.

            “Harry!” I laughed, shoving his body off mine.

            “I thought you wanted to know the time,” He grinned, pushing more of his weight on me. I laughed harder.

            “Yeah, but there is a clock on the other nightstand as well!” My words were slightly breathless.

            “Oops,” Harry whispered in my ear. I felt his teeth lightly tug on my ear lobe, making me shiver. Without thinking about it, without even noticing really, my legs wrapped themselves around his slim waist, hooking my ankles together tightly. I pushed all of the negative thoughts out of my head, all the mysteriousness, the secrets, and just allowed myself to enjoy this moment.

            I captured his soft lips with mine in a slow, tender kiss.

            “I think I should go get us some breakfast from the store. We have nothing here,” Harry muttered against my mouth, sounding a bit breathless. I tugged on his bottom lip, looking up at him with what I was positive a dazed expression.

            “I guess,” I sighed.

“I’ll be right back darling,” He laughed, pecking my lips before scooting off of me and slipping on a shirt from the floor and a pair of sweatpants. I smiled at the new nickname.

“Don’t forget a jacket. It’s probably cold outside,” I advised as he pulled on some torn tennis shoes. He turned to look at me, all serious-like.

“I’ll be fine babe. Just go back to sleep,” he said with a teasing glint in his eye. I rolled my eyes and waved him off.

“Yes sir. Now go get me something to eat. I’m starving,”

“Yes ma’am.” He then leaned closer to me, putting his lips near my ear. “I love you,” he whispered so softly a shiver swept down my spine. A smile erupted on my face, stretching ear to ear.

“I love you too,” I whispered back just as soft and wrapped my arms around his neck, embracing him in a tight hug. He laced his arms around my waist, pulling me closer until I was at the end of the bed and rested his head against my throat. My heart melted at his actions. I literally had to hold back from aweing. I inhaled his clean scent and buried my face in the crook of his neck, my fingers running through his thick hair.

I felt him lightly press his warm lips to my throat, his hot breath washing over me. The only thing I was thinking about at that moment was that I didn’t want to leave this position. There weren’t very many moments like this that doesn’t have kissing or anything in it. It was nice. Really nice. As if Harry could read my mind, he squeezed me tighter and placed one kiss under my jaw before letting go.

I let my hands slide down his arms and grab hold of his hands as he stepped back slightly.

“I’ll be at least half an hour so go back to sleep, you look exhausted.” Harry said, caressing my cheek with his thumb. I stood up on my knees and quickly kissed his cheek before sliding under the covers once again.

“Okay, be careful. Please.” He nodded and gave me a kiss on my forehead, then stepped out the door, shutting it quietly.

I listened for the slam of the door downstairs before yanking back the covers and sprinting to the bathroom to obtain the metal box from behind the painting. Thankfully, it was still there. The metal felt freezing against my skin, goose bumps instantly rising along my arms. I don’t know why I was so curious to open it. Why couldn’t I just mind my own business? Is it really that hard?

Yes it is, a voice in the back of my mind taunted. Part of me wanted to find the damn key and open the freaking box, then there was the other part of me that wanted to respect Harry’s personal belongings and put the box back where I found it. I heard the roar of the engine outside my window. I grasped the box tightly as I jumped down the stairs. Maybe I could find a knife or screwdriver to pick the lock.


*Officer Greene’s POV*

            “The man we are looking for is what we call an organized killer,” Agent Lehrer spoke to all of the police men in the conference room. Another agent with blonde curly hair stepped up.

            “Organized killers are usually highly intelligent and well organized to the point of being meticulous.  Uh, he approaches his victims by socializing with them, charming them, or tricking them into a situation where he can overpower them,”

            I quickly dotted down some notes on my pad of paper.

            “This man will have to be very physically fit in order to take full control of his victims. He uses restraints on the victims, and he will bring a weapon with him as well. And looking over the files, we can safely assume that he is using a knife to kill these girls,” Agent Lehrer spoke again. I nodded my head in agreement. I thought back to all of the pictures of the girls along with their files. They had all been slit at the throat and beaten to a bloody pulp, with burns at their wrist and ankles which means they were tied up with rope.

            “But why does he dump the bodies in plain sight where someone is sure to find them if he is organized?” A woman, Officer McKay, asked from the front. The agent with the curly hair opened his mouth to talk.

            “We believe that he does this to show us what he can do. To send a message saying that he isn’t afraid of being caught. It’s all about power.” He said confidently. The two agents continued to give their profile on the killer, or unsub, as they put it. I write down more notes on what to expect, the characteristics and some form of a physical description.

            “Thank you everyone,” Agent Lehrer said at the end of the profile. I closed my note pad and slide my pen in my pocket. I hope to god they are right on their profile.


*Brigh’s POV*

            As soon as I set the box on the kitchen counter, something catches my eye. I reached for the object sitting on the dining room table. Harry’s wallet. I thought about calling him and telling him that he forgot his wallet, but a thought hit me.

            What if the key is in here?

            I mean, if I were hiding something in a box that needed a key, I would put the key somewhere that I knew I would remember. So why not put it in your wallet?

            I quickly opened it and searched through all of the compartments, nearly tempted to dump everything out, but I knew that Harry would notice he forgot his wallet and would come back soon to get it. Finally, I saw it. A brass key. I carefully took it out and folded the wallet, setting it on the table.

            The sound of a knocking on the door sent my heart into cardiac arrest. I scrambled to stuff the key in my pocket, but end up putting it in my sports bra since I had no pockets. My eye caught the box on the counter and I lunged for it, running into the living room and shoving it under a big fluffy pillow.

            “Brigh, it’s me Harry. I forgot my wallet,” A familiar voice yelled through the oak wood door. Relief swept through me. I grabbed his wallet and quickly unlocked the door, opening it wide enough for me to stick my hand out.

            “Here ya go,” I said, forcing a smile.

            “Thanks darling,” Harry winked and ran back to his car, waving wildly at me as he backed out of the drive way once again. I giggled and waved back. When he was gone, I clicked all the locks in place and dug the key out of my bra. Here goes nothing.


Hey here is chapter 40. It’s a bit longer than usual but that’s good right? Lol anyway, I put in officer Greene’s POV because I feel like we haven’t done one in his POV in a while. 

-Hunter x


So two up date in two days?! I figured with our lack of updates in the past that we would upset everyday for a week. Then we'll go to an update every Friday. We're ring to street updating regularly.


-Tessa x

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