Page 32 of His Obsession Her Cure

I listened to them both plead their case, taking it all in until Gunner said the thing that would keep him tethered to us forever.

“I love you lil baby. I love you and no one gets to make you feel unworthy about our love. What do you need for me to show you that I love you? I will give you anything you need to become secure in your spot in my life, both of you. Anything but space. I’m not giving you time to run because I can’t be expected to live without you since I’ve had the chance to experience what it's like to be loved by you.

And if I have to love you and Nyx differently, I'll learn how to do that too.” He said, stroking a piece of hair behind my ear.

“You don’t understand Gunner, I’ve done these types of things before.

Nyx and I have hurt people in blind rages without remorse, and we’ll do it again because that is who we are.

We don’t feel guilt or shame or love. We can never love you the way you needed.

I can obsess and fixate but loving you like you deserve is something that I’m not sure I can give.

And what happens if we bring a child into this world, like me.

Could you honestly say you could love a child with mental illness? ”

“Didn’t I just tell you I love you enough for the both of us.

You don’t ever have to love me in the traditional sense.

I’ll take everything you have to give. I wouldn’t care if our child turned out to be a carbon copy of Nyx, I would love them no matter what.

As long as we keep them safe, they will turn out to be phenomenal like their mom.

“I can’t promise you that another delusional bitch won’t ever try to come at you sideways about me. But what I can say is just like the last two bitches that tried to cause discord in our lives, they will live to regret it or maybe they won’t.” Gunner said cryptically.

“Let me tell you everything before you make up your mind.” I said, before telling him in detail what I did to Taye the night before I left home.

“Tell him. Let him see it all.”

My eyes closed and I took a deep breath. My body trembled as the memory replayed in my head. Too real in my mind as the muffled screams of my ex-tormenter blended with the song in our head.

“If you ask me, I’m ready…”

For five years Taye played on my need to be loved, cared for and protected.

He made me believe that I was safe with him and that I could be myself.

He told me I was beautiful and special, that I was not weird, strange or crazy like people told me I was.

But worst of all he made me think he saw me.

But then it all changed in the blink of an eye.

I went from being treasured to tortured.

If I did something that he didn’t like I was belittled and mocked for being worthless and alone.

Because no one wanted a fat black psycho.

Taye would often threaten me with involuntary commitment at the psychiatric facility that I had been sent to after my parents’ death.

I stayed there for a few months until my aunt came and got me so she could keep the little money my parents left when they died.

“If you ask me, I’m ready… to give you all of me…”

The night before I came here, I tortured him in the basement of the home I lived in with my parents when they were alive.

I called Taye pretending that I had decided to end it all by taking a bottle of Xanax at my parents' old home.

I sent him my location and waited and when he got there to stop me, I hit him over the head with an iron skillet.

Taye would never let me kill myself because how dare I take the life that belonged to him.

When he woke up, he was tied to a chair and gagged with duct tape.

I beat him within an inch of his life before I carefully sliced into his body, listening to him beg and cry through the tape.

Every cut was an orgasm. Every scream, a symphony.

He begged, but the song in my head and in my heart was louder.

We lost ourselves in the thrill of drawing out his death until it was over and we were drunk on the feeling of protecting ourselves.

“He cried like a bitch when I carved the notes of our favorite song into his chest. It was exhilarating.”

“If you ask me, I’m ready…”

Silence in the room was only broken by Nyx’s humming as she reminisced.

“That’s who I am. That’s what Nyx makes me. If you’re smart, you’ll run.”

“He won’t run, Pepper. He’s too far gone. He loves us. Even now.”

And when Gunner finally reached out, cupping my face with a wet hand, I realized she was right.

“I’m not running. Not from either of you.” He whispered.

And with that statement I knew that I couldn’t leave him, not because I was scared but because as crazy as it sounded, I loved that he would do anything to make sure I was comfortable and safe, even if that meant killing someone or in our case hiding a body.

“I’m never letting him go for anyone, not even you. So you better get on board and realize we deserve this.”

“I love you, Gunner." I said, because Nyx was right for once. “Not in a traditional type of love, but in that slit a bitches throat for talking to you because it causes me physical pain to see you talk to women that aren’t your family type.” I said, kissing his lips, sliding my tongue into his mouth.

I reveled in the taste of him as I turned my body to straddle him.

He gripped my hips, lifting me so that the head of his enormous dick was pushing at my entrance before pushing me down onto him until we were flush.

“Fffffuck,” we both groaned. We stayed fused together as we basked in the feel of each other, the warm water splashing around us.

“Take your dick lil baby. Make me cum,” Gunner commanded.

Holding on to his shoulders for support I rocked my hips bounced my ass up and down going all the way to the tip of the dick and dropping back down, taking him deeper each time.

Before long, my pussy rained down all over him.

The water splashed around us as I rode Gunner like a mechanical bull.

“That’s it lil baby, fuck me. Cum all over your dick.”

Our moans and grunts were our love language as Gunner held my hips and let me fuck him into oblivion and when my pussy spasmed and pulsed from the orgasm that ripped through my body.

Gunner fucked me through it and into his own, thrusting deep into me from the bottom.

Holding me so close to him I could feel his rapid heartbeat as if it were my own.

We professed our love to each other as his dick pulsed in the deepest parts of me.

This is where I belonged in the arms of the man I loved, and this is where I would stay.

I hadn’t felt peace like this in years. Gunner was right, he and Samuel, as it turns out, had helped clean up everything that had happened.

The girl that I attacked ended up disappearing without a trace and the Dean never even sent me so much as an email about the incident.

It was as if it never even happened. The students that were in the library didn’t even seem interested in what had happened either, which was weird, but I figured it had to do with the finals.

Samuel had also had a change of heart and started coming back around.

I spoke with Gunner about it, and he said anyone that would help protect his wife was cool with him.

Since the incident at school, I’ve been spending most of my time at Gunners, wrapped up in his arms or studying in the family room.

I still didn’t work so it was the perfect balance of work and play.

Char had been staying here as well, not only because of Alestar but because she wanted to be close to me, which I loved.

She was my person, and nothing had changed between us after she saw me covered in the blood of an enemy.

This family had showered me with love, loyalty and protection.

They did not play about me and in turn I didn’t play about them.

I had tried over the past few months to find reasons to isolate myself from these people that I now consider my family, but they fought their way into my heart.

Especially Gunner, he wouldn’t let me push him away no matter how much I tried, he stayed.

He was nothing like Taye, who had stoked my insecurities fueling my anxiety.

Gunner helped me to embrace my main character energy and showed me how to live life with no fear of failure.

It was time I gave him that same energy in return.

I couldn’t keep fighting how I felt about him.

My thoughts of a life with Gunner consumed me as my phone rang on the side table next to my recliner.

I grabbed excitedly thinking it was Gunner and answered without looking at the number on the screen.

“Hello," I smiled into the phone.

“You really thought that you could get rid of me so easily, pretty girl.” Taye said in an icy tone. His voice sent chills through me as I thought of what to say.

How was he alive? He was dead and I was the one that had killed him. He should have been a ghost, nothing more than a phantom that haunted my nightmares.

“He was dead, we buried him.”

“Answer me Love." He said, making my skin crawl.

“Did you think I would just let you get away after what you did? I love you, Pepper.” He said, like he hadn’t been torturing me for the last five years. “But you have to be punished for what you did to me.”

“How? How could you love me after everything you’ve done to me? Does your wife know that you love me?” I asked smugly without fear. “What about your kids? Do they know?”

“Oh, I see, you got a little freedom now and you forgot who the fuck you’re dealing with.

I see, but I can definitely rectify that shit.

You have seventy-two hours to bring your motherfucking ass home or I’m coming to get you.

And what you did to me will be a dream compared to what I’ll do to you and your new little family.

Maybe I’ll take your friend Charlotte or maybe her grandmother.

What’s her name Ms. Mamie or would she let me call her Ma? ”

“No!” I gasped.

“Yeah, that’s right. You thought I didn’t know about Charlotte and her grandmother. Bitch I know everything. So, like I said, you have seventy-two hours. Or I will show you better than I can tell you. Remember pretty girl I love you to death. See you soon, love.” He said before the line went dead.

I hadn’t even noticed the tears of anger that were rolling down my face until I saw them dripping onto the phone I was holding too tightly in my hand.

Fuck, how did he find me, I was careful.

I erased all my text threads and call logs between me and Char or the school.

I even dropped the phone he got me in the toilet before I left home.

Damn, I even reset my laptop to factory settings so he wouldn’t find a record of my application or registration to BU.

I tried to rack my brain as the tears poured down my face, blurring my vision.

I can’t have anything, I was just starting to feel like I could be happy here.

“We can have it all. If I have to burn that bastard to ashes, he will not take this from us. I’ll fix it. Pepper, I promise.”

Char and Ma had taken me in and shown me the love and kindness that I had always been starved of from my actual family.

And then there was Gunner who had made me feel safe and cared for.

He spoiled me and loved me. He loved me, the thought, making me cry harder.

Not because I was sad but because of what I knew we would have to do to keep what we were building here.

I could be vulnerable here and I could finally open up and let go of my feeling of abandonment and neglect.

I had to leave. I couldn’t let the monsters from my life hurt the people I loved.

I had to do this for them. I knew if I stayed, they would be put in a position to try and fix my mess.

I couldn't stand the chance of them getting hurt. Taye was crazy and he’d kill anyone that tried to stop him from getting what he wanted.

He used to remind me that if he couldn’t have me then no one could.

Someone once said that looking away from the monster didn’t make it less real.

Well, I was about to go home and show Taye that I was the monster that hid in the shadows of his nightmare.

I could no longer live in fear of being seen.

No matter how much I want to stay here and live a better life; I had to do this for my family.

I couldn’t let anyone hurt them, not for me.

I would handle this myself. I would use some of the money Gunner had put in my account to get a ticket home, but first I needed to let Char and Ma know how much I appreciated them for taking me in and giving me change at a new life.

So, I left my little study nook, heading to the office to grab a piece of stationary.

I knew if I sent a text or called, they would try and stop me.

But if I left a note I could be gone before they realized I was missing.

I hoped Gunner would forgive me for leaving before we could explore this thing between us.

He didn’t deserve to deal with the drama of my past. It would be better this way with me gone he could find someone that could give him the love he was looking for.

I was too damaged. It was too late for me. I’m sure he would be better off.