All Chapters of His Twisted Obsession: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Dawn’s point of viewI can’t believe someone can be so cruel. I have always thought Bree was cruel, but creating something like that is just so inhuman.LJ hasn’t left my side since we got to the dorm. She sits right next to me on the bed. I finally managed to choke out the words to tell her exactly what happened.“That’s it,” she says, her voice vibrating with anger. “We are going straight to the dean tomorrow morning. I am going to help make sure you file a formal complaint against Bree and anyone else involved in this. They can’t get away with destroying people like this, Dawn.”I shake my head, pulling the oversized sweatshirt tighter around my knees. “No. Please, LJ, no. I don’t want this to become more than it already is.”“Dawn, she publicly humiliated you—”“And if I report it, it just draws a bigger target on my back,” I whisper, staring at the floorboards. “It makes it an official scandal. Then everyone talks about it for months instead of weeks. I can’t handle the looks. I

Dawn’s Point of ViewI stare blankly up at the ceiling, my eyes burning from the tears that refuse to stop coming. The room is swallowed by darkness, but the emptiness inside me feels even worse. My body still craves the warmth of his arms. I wish he could hold me.“Dawn?”As soon as Killian had slammed the door on his way out, she had climbed straight into bed with me. She hadn't left my side for a single second since. A guilt washes over me as I look at her. It’s so unfair to her. She should be out there right now, living her life with her partners.“Yeah?” I choke out, my throat tight.“You did the right thing,” she murmurs. Her hand slides across the mattress, finding mine under the covers, then squeezes it. “And whatever you decide to do next, I’m always going to be on your side. No matter what.”I don’t answer. I can't. If I try to speak, the sob building in my chest will break through. So, I just squeeze her hand back with all the strength I have left, close my eyes.The next m

Killian’s Point of ViewFeeling her body so close to mine should calm me down, but it only makes me watch her harder. She keeps biting her lip, eyes darting around like she’s waiting for someone to say something cruel.Fuck, Bree. I hate you for making her feel this small.Professor Lambert clears his throat, the sound cutting through my thoughts. He fixes me with a disapproving stare. “Mr. Larsen,” he says, voice flat. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but you are a senior, are you not?”A few idiots in the front rows snicker, and I can feel Dawn go still beside me.I don’t even blink. I lean back in my chair, cross my arms, and let a slow smile pull at my mouth before looking straight toward the podium.“I go where she goes,” I say, my voice carrying through the silence. Then I turn my head and flash a smile at Dawn.Her eyes widen as she looks at me, then back at Professor Lambert.The room breaks into whispers again, all those eyes snapping right to her. Beside me, her breathing stutters,

Dawn’s point of viewI head out of the ice rink, the freezing air clinging to my skin even as I walk into the parking lot. I’m heading toward Killian’s car, but before I can even reach the row where he parked, a cold prickle cuts through me. The hair on the back of my neck rises.Someone is lurking in the shadows of the parking lot. I have had this feeling for months now. Damian said I overthink things, but no. I know someone is.I stop in my tracks, my chest tightening as the feeling of being watched washes over me. I glance sharply over my shoulder, my eyes sweeping the dark gaps between the SUVs, but whoever was there is already gone.The space is empty. Shaking off the feeling of being watched, I hurry the rest of the way to the car, slide into the passenger seat, and lock the doors.I only have to wait ten minutes before Killian appears. He walks out of the doors, his heavy hockey bag slung over his broad shoulder. The moment our eyes meet through the glass of the windscreen, the

Dawn’s point of view“It was you.”The words hang in the air between us. Killian’s hands loosen on my shoulders, dropping to his sides. He looks confused at first, his brow furrowing as his brain scrambles to make sense of what I just said.But then, every second that passes, I watch it click. I watch the realization sink into his eyes, turning them dark with panic.“High school,” I whisper, my fingers curling tightly into the fabric of his oversized hoodie. “You were a senior. I was just a freshman. I was sitting at the edge of the cafeteria, trying to eat my lunch, and you walked past with the team. You made a joke. You laughed at how much I was eating.”Killian’s jaw goes tight. He swallows hard, his chest heaving as if he’s the one suffocating now.“It was just a throwaway comment to you, Kill,” I continue, the tears finally breaking free and spilling down my cheeks. “You forgot it five minutes later. But everyone else heard it. Bree heard it. That was the exact day she started ta