All Chapters of His Twisted Obsession: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Dawn’s Point of View“Dawn. Dawn, stop. I’m sorry.”I don’t stop. I push out into the chilly night air and keep moving, keys already in my hand, and he follows me down the path, chasing after me.“I’m sorry. Just let me explain—”“Explain what?” I spin around, and the words come out low. “What exactly is there to explain, Damian? That you were busy? That you forgot? That you looked at your phone, saw my name, and put it face down because I am no one important?”He flinches. “I didn’t mean it like that.”“Then how did you mean it?” My voice breaks on the last word, and I hate it.I hate that he can still do this, that after everything he has put me through in the last few days, I am still standing in a cold car park shaking because of him. “Do you know how many times I have waited for you? Do you know how many times I sat somewhere telling myself you were just running late, that you would show up, that you would come through for me?”I shove him back, both hands against his chest. He s

Killian’s Point of ViewI knew she would come to me, eventually. All I had to do was wait and play my cards right.The thing about Dawn, which her best friend never understood, is that she is not some fragile, pretty thing who should be caged.He never saw what was actually underneath all of that quiet. He never bothered to look hard enough.I did. And fuck, I liked what I saw.When she showed up at my door last night, eyes red and looking lost, kissing me before I could say a single word, I didn’t hesitate. I took her, and I gave her everything in return, and she was soft and fierce, and she took me well, too fucking well.I’m hoping for a repeat of last night, but when I wake up, she is gone.Fucking gone.I lie there for a moment, staring at the space beside me; she’s gone.No woman has ever left my bed first.It is always the opposite. I wake up to someone pressed too close, hoping for a repeat, angling for something I have no intention of giving. I have never had to keep them; us

Dawn’s Point of View“You slept with Killian Larsen.”LJ’s eyes are so wide they might actually pop out of her eye sockets. I am sure of it.“I already told you,” I say, pulling my dress over my head and checking the mirror briefly before looking away out of habit.“Tell me again,” she says, sitting cross-legged on her bed, coffee cup frozen halfway to her mouth. “Because I need to hear it at least three more times before my brain accepts it as a real thing that actually happened.”I sigh. “LJ.”“Killian fucking Larsen, Dawn. Killian. The man who looks at people as if he is deciding whether they are worth the energy.”“I am aware of who he is,” I say, regretting even mentioning it to her, but she’s the closest thing I have to a sister, and she is my friend.We met in freshman year, and immediately she told me she liked me and has practically been my friend, even with Damian as my best friend.“And you slept with him.”“Yes.”She stares at me for another moment, then takes a very slow

Killian Point of ViewConnor touched what’s mine. I will fucking kill him. I don’t care what the fucking consequences are.I find him leaning against the wall near the entrance of the hallway leading to the theater hall, saying something that is making two girls laugh. I can imagine him telling them about how good he is with his dick.“Yo, Con,“ I shout before I can get to me.He looks up. The girls clock my expression and make themselves scarce without being asked.I close the distance between us and put my fist across his face before he can finish forming a response.He stumbles back into the wall, hand flying to his jaw.“What the actual—““Next time you touch Dawn,“ I say, low and surprisingly calm, “I will make sure you never hold a stick again.“I watch his expression move from shock to anger to something more calculating as he straightens up and works out what I am actually saying.Connor is going pro. We both know it. He was drafted the same cycle I was, and come the end of th

Dawn’s Point of View“Class should be exciting today.” LJ comes, joining me at my side, and I can’t help but smile because it’s true: my favorite professor is back from her maternity leave, and she is someone I always look up to.So, yep, class is fine.I’m making my way towards the building when I see Kill across the parking lot. I raise my hand to wave.He looks at me with a bored look, a smile curling up my lips; last night’s date was great. I never knew I would be the type to let a guy finger me in a restaurant, but guess I don’t know myself that well.Kill looks away and keeps walking, acting as if he doesn’t know me. He laughs at what his friend says and keeps walking.I lower my hand slowly, looking around, hoping no one saw that.I stand there for a moment with the cold moving through my jacket and tell myself I am reading into it that he is distracted, late for something, in his head about practice or the game tomorrow or any of the hundred things that occupy Killian Larsen’s