Obsession 4

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Obsession Part 4 – Dangerous Mind
He knows he made her mad again; he's always pissing her off, but he knows too that that is just a façade because she likes working for him; he knows she likes to do what she does. He knows she likes him. Sometimes he pushes her too much, but he can't help it, he doesn't notice when he does that and it isn't until too late and she's already mad that he has to make things right again.

He'd never do anything to hurt her on purpose; he'd never do anything to harm her as long as he can help it. She may be very good at hiding her feelings deep down in her so no one will see it, no one will see she's hurt, but Declan does... well, most of the times anyway. He knows when she's mad at him even when she tries to hide it, to dismiss it. When she says she's ok even if she isn't, all he can do is to pretend he believes her. If he tries to make her open up she'll only close herself up more.

He has to talk to her and make sure she won't stay mad at for too long. He hates himself when he sees that look in her eyes, that look that only gets there when he does something wrong. It's like her eyes aren't as shiny as they use to be, as if she's not smiling anymore. Sure, Miranda doesn't smile often, not with her lips. All the times her smile doesn't appear on her mouth, it goes up directly to her eyes and shines there.

If he thinks like that he sees her smiling all the time. Except when she's mad at him. He doesn't want to turn off the only sparkle inside her, if he does, how he will spread the fire trough the rest of her and make it burn inside her?

Nope, he can't do that.

As he turns to walk through the corridor Declan bumps into someone who is quickly walking and didn't saw him coming. The books the person is holding fall to the floor with a loud sound and Declan finally focuses on who he bumped. "Miranda! Sorry, didn't see you coming." He says and bends down to pick her books up.

"It's-It's ok." She stutters taking the books quickly from Declan's hands and ready to walk away.

"Hey, Miranda." He says, putting a soft hand on her arm, stopping her from going. She doesn't run to face him but he can sense something is wrong; he can feels Miranda shivering slightly under his touch. The first thing that comes to his mind as to what could have made Miranda act like that is that she's still very, very pissed at him. "I'm sorry, OK? I didn't mean to yell at you like that."

"It's not you, all right?" She says softly as she gently pulls her arm away from his hold. "I just have..." She starts when she's fully free from Declan's hand bur as if his warmth gives her strength, now without it she can't get the words out of her mouth.

Declan, for the first time –no, second, he adds mentally as he remembers two years earlier- he can see how vulnerable she is and how hard she's trying to hide it. He puts a hand again on her shoulder and asks, "What happened?"

"Nothing." She answers too quickly, what immediately catches Declan's attention and he knows that if he doesn't push her she won't tell what is it.

He takes his hand from her should and puts his whole arm around her, pulling his to him as the other hand takes her books from her and he carries it for her. "You're shivering." He whispers rhetorically and rubs his hand up and down her upper arm as he pulls her into him even more. "Come on." He says then leads her down the corridor and to his office.

From the darkest corner Trevon watches them, his big bright eyes now dark with fury as small sparkles of fire almost can light up in them. He had a momentary lose of patience and she can't understand that, she just flies out of the room as if he is some kind of freak. In spite of all his attempts to apologize she wouldn't listen and now, the professor doesn't need even to say a full sentence and she's already in his arms...

So, she likes men that hurt her, men that make her suffer, use her, because that's what it seems. All this time he's been nice to her, been kind and polite, he had never once yelled at her –until today, but everyone can lose their patience once in a while. Is completely normal to be in a bad mood, to be nervous and in the very first time Trevon loses his mind she can't handle it.

Why can she put up with Professor Dunn's mistreat and she can't endure the only time Trevon is mad and actually shows it? Well... it doesn't really matter. If she wants to be Declan's little maid Trevon can treat her the same way. Maybe then she will like him the same way she likes Declan Dunn.

He won't endure seeing her in the professor's arms anymore. She will be his it doesn't matter what he has to do for that to come true.
Declan opens the door to his office and lets Miranda goes inside first, and then he enters the room and closes the door firmly behind him. After he gently helps her to sit on the couch he puts her books over his desk and sits beside her. She's still shaking, he can notice so he takes her both hands in his and rubs it softly with his own warm ones. "Hey, Miranda it's ok." He says softly, looking deeply at her. "It's ok."

"Yeah." She murmurs barely above a whisper, which does not ensure Declan, much less herself.

"What happened?"

"Nothing you should be worried about."

"Have I done anything to make you this mad??"

"No!" She looks up immediately; stunned he can think such a thing but the moment her eyes meet his she regrets it for it's obvious he can see the fear lingering in her eyes so she turns her head down again.

"Miranda..." He whispers and takes one of his hands from hers to put a gently finger under her chin and bring her eyes up to his. As much as she tries to shut him out her eyes just can't seem to do the same; as she shuts her mouth and stops whatever true word to come out of it her eyes keep open and let him know all that is inside her soul. The deep azure of her eyes is bright and beautiful and honest that it always amazes Declan. "Tell me." He says softly knowing through her eyes something bad happened but needing the sound of her voice and her own words to make him sure.

"I don't want to tall you." She whispers almost ashamed as she tries desperately to avert her eyes.

"Why-why not?" He asks somewhat hurt by her meaningful words. "Don't you trust me?" He asks again, terrified that her response would be the only one he doesn't want to hear.

She widen her eyes at him, stunned beyond words he'd even doubt it for a single moment. "Of course I do! What kind of question is that?"

"So tell me."

"I can't. If I tell you, you'll make a big deal of this and I don't want to put you in trouble."

"In more trouble than I already am in?" He asks rhetorically as a tentative smile appears over his lips. "No way. Tell me."

"Declan..."

"Please."

She sighs in defeat, knowing that he won't stop bugging her until she gives in. Turning so she can face him fully, Miranda slowly and carefully tells him what happened –watching herself to hide small details.
Declan stomps angrily through the university corridors searching for Trevon. He is in the very edge of beating up the shit out of that smartass little piece of nothing. He can't believe someone would have the courage to threaten Miranda, especially Trevon. Miranda is so quiet and nice to everyone; she never gets herself into trouble – except when Declan is involved. She's the nicest person Declan's ever known, incapable of hurting a single small live being.

How Miranda told Declan how scared she was makes his heart breaks. The sound of her voice so scared and seeming like one of a small child makes him feel so much angry with Trevon, how he broke the trust Miranda has on him. She trusted him, believed him and he does something to make her out of herself.

And all of that because she wouldn't listen to his apologies.

If Trevon is someone of losing his mind because of a small thing like that Declan is definitely sure he's not a good person, he's not someone Miranda should be around with. Declan knows he's not her father and he has not right to interfere in her life like that but as long as it threatens her safety and well-being he would get in the way. He cares too much about Miranda and just by the thought that someone would make her frightened was enough to make Declan get things right.

He won't let that boy threaten her with physical harm. No way in hell.

Declan walks quickly out of the university and looks around searching for any sign of Trevon and then he finally spots the student sitting by himself reading a book. He gets himself together and tries to make some of his anger go away as he walks to where Trevon is sitting.

As soon as Declan gets close enough and Trevon can hear his footsteps he looks up and is greeted with the furious expression of the professor. "Hello, professor Dunn." He says politely smiling a little at him.

Declan doesn't say anything back but the rude remark he has already rehearsed. "I'll say this only once, and you better listen because the next time I won't be so polite." Trevon gives him a shocked and confused expression, narrowing his eyes at Declan, but he doesn't give Trevon time enough to reply. "I don't want you anywhere near Miranda again, understood?"

"I'm sorry??" Trevon chuckles out thinking this is a joke Miranda is playing on him. Maybe she's only trying to make up with him but doesn't have courage enough to do so after the rude exit she made from the lab.

"You heard me, you little..." but before Declan has the mistake of saying something he shouldn't, he stops himself and gather his grip again. "Don't you ever get near Miranda again. If you ever hurt her I swear I'm going to haunt you down and make you suffer for what you make to her."

At this point Trevon is sure this is not joke, much less from Miranda and he stands up, getting eye to eye with Declan. "Look, professor, I have no idea of what you're talking about and even if I did I don't think 'you have anything to do with that' right?" Trevon sneer openly repeating Declan's words.

Declan takes a step closer to Trevon becoming face to face with him, their bodies only a few inches of distance, close enough so Declan can easily reach one hand out and give Trevon a full blow on the face. "I told you I wouldn't say it again. Don't get anywhere near Miranda again." He says slowly with clenched teeth, using all his mighty not to hurt Trevon and steps ways from him, heading back to the university before Trevon can says another word.

So that's what Miranda does? After all he's done to her she just goes to the damned professor and tell lies about him like that so he can look like the bad guy? She's the little bitch that turned his life into hell. He didn't ask to feel for her what he does, he didn't ask anything from her, all he did was to try and be good to her and that's how she thanks him...

That's how all women are, just a bunch of unthankful whores. Michelle was just like her and she got what she deserved. Now if Miranda will act like Michelle he can't let that happen. Not again.
Miranda tiredly takes her books from the locker and closes it as soon as she's done. The loud thump of the door hitting its place echoes through her mind as she tries to forget the last day.

She still can't believe Trevon is such a violent man. He had been so nice to her all that time, since he got here from the other university but then, suddenly just because of a small misunderstood he got so nervous –nervous enough to hit the table the way he did and scaring her like no one has ever done.

She sighs and shakes her head slightly to shut the thoughts in the very bottom of her head and forget about them forever. She replaces her books on her arms so they won't fall to the floor and starts walking to the classroom but as soon as she takes two steps a pair of strong arms pull her to a corner, pressing her against the wall. She is startled at first, her mind not working quickly enough to make out anything but when it finally does and she can focus on who is in front of her, dread take over her completely.

"How could you do this to me?" Trevon whispers so no one can hear him. "Haven't I been good for you?"

She tries to regain her composure before speaking so her voice won't come out sound as much scared as she actually is. "Trevon..." She whispers. "Look, you were nice, but you're not like the guy I met a few months ago."

"Oh no? Am I worse now or something? Because I must be really a monster for you to tell the professor to threaten me." He says with visible fury in his voice as he takes one hand away from her shoulder and palms it soundly and loudly on the wall a couple of inches away from her head, a move that makes Miranda flinch startled.

"I didn't tell him to threaten you..." She whispers trying with all her mighty to keep the tears at bay.

"Why wouldn't you just accept my apologies?" He speaks, cutting her off with a small hint of anger in his voice, his eyes dark with what seems to be thrill for seeing her in such a vulnerable situation. "You know I would never hurt you. You know me, don't you?"

She sighs and with a sad look lingering in her eyes, she stares at him. "I used to, but not anymore." She whispers just as sad and pulls herself out of his hold then walks away from him and before getting far enough she calls over shoulder, "Don't come after me again, please. I don't want to see you anymore."

Trevon only watches as she walks farther from him, physically but not mentally. Never mentally and as long as he can help it, not physically either. He'll find a way to make this right; he'll find a way to bring Miranda closer to him, to make her his. He wants her and he will have her.
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