Obsession 5

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Obsession Part 5 - Beware of Dog

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Mole barks loudly as soon as the familiar scent reaches his nose and he stands, leaving his peaceful slumber to another time. He goes to the door and starts to scratch it as an attempt to get the door open.

Declan looks away from the papers he's reading to the barking dog and with the authoritarian voice he learned to use with gods, he says "Mole, quiet!" The dog stops barking to only whine now. "Come on, Mole, quiet." He says again, looking at the door, waiting to see if someone will comes through it and then finally the door opens and Miranda gets inside, not before of being attacked by a happy dog.

"Hi, mole." She says bending down a little to pet the mutt. "How are you?"

"I'm fairly fine, thank you." Declan answers for the dog, as a smile creeps over his lips. For some reason the single sight of Miranda makes his heart skips a beat and makes him want to smile more. "And how are you?"

Miranda looks up form Mole to Declan, rolling her eyes a bit, but still a smile managing to find a way over her lips. "I'm very fine, thank you." She says, deciding to play along with him.

"That's good." He nods then adopting a more serious face he says, "And how are you, really?"

Miranda sighs and walks to the couch, sitting down -Mole following suit and jumping on the couch to site next to her, resting his head over her lap. She brings one hand to Mole's ear and scratches there. "I'm ok." She starts but stops for a lightening moment, deciding whether to tell him or not abut the little encounter she has with Trevon. "I had a little... small talk with Trevon today." She says barely over a whisper.

"What??" He exclaims looking down at her.

"Yeah..." She sighs deeply and leans back to rest her head on the back of the couch. "I was going to class and he stopped me."

"Did he..." Declan starts but he trails off afraid to hear exactly what he didn't want to. He sits down beside Miranda where Mole isn't and stares at her. "Did he hurt you?"

Miranda shakes her head quickly, assuring him nothing happened but not wanting to tell him the little part of the punch on the wall; she can already sense all the worry Declan is feeling, putting more on him won't do any good. "No, of course not. I don't think he'd really hurt me, anyway."

"I don't know Miranda... I wouldn't put such faith on him anymore." Declan sighs and leans back too. "I told him not to come after you anymore, but he did." He mumbles trying to hold back his anger. He told the boy to not come after her but he did and he scared her again. He'd have to have a good talk with Trevon.

"Look, he didn't do anything, ok? Let's just forget it. I told him not to come after me. That's it."

"And you think he's going to do that?" He asks turning to face her fully as she does the same, making Mole takes his head from her lap and sits.

"I hope so." She says honestly.

"Me too." Declan nods as he keeps staring at her. She's beautiful, that's the only coherent thought that comes to his mind. Her eyes shine so much it is almost blinding, it's almost as if he is looking at the sun and has to close his eyes not to let them burn. The good thing about Miranda's eyes, though, is that he doesn't need to close his eyes; he can stares at them forever without harming him at all.

She may be a very serious girl, she may have her expression always bland, without any sign of emotion, but her eyes betray her, through her eyes he can know how she's feeling, he can see her smile. The brightness of these deep blue pools make her face glow, makes her look like an angel.

Now and then he catches himself wondering how it would be to kiss her, how it would be to feel her soft lips against his own. When he does catch himself he quickly shakes his head, trying to send these thoughts far away from his mind. These times he looks at Miranda like that, with this kind of thoughts is when he regrets Emma, regrets the time he spent with Emma when he could be spending with Miranda.

Well, maybe it isn't too late, huh?

Miranda let out a breath and locks eyes with his as a sweet smile creeps up his face. He waits patiently for her to smile, hoping she will and after a second he's not disappointed; that smile he longs so much to see comes over her face and she shines it to him, only him -yes, only him, truth be told, he's never seen Miranda smiling to anyone else the way she smiles at him and that can be a little male sort of thing, but he likes it, it makes him feel especial.

As soon as Declan opens his mouth to say something, a clever remark about her smile or something alike the door of his office opens and Peggy happily comes in. "Hi there, everybody." She greets.

"Hi, Peggy."

"Hey, Peg."

Peggy stops in the middle of the room, looking at both of them with a frown, noticing something is not good. "What is it? What happened?"

Declan looks first at Miranda as if asking for permission to talk and stands as soon as their eyes meet. "That Trevon guy."

"He came after Miranda again?"

"Yup."

Peggy takes her eyes from Declan and looks with a very worried expression at Miranda. "Are you ok? Did he hurt you?"

"No, Peggy, he didn't hurt me. I'm fine." She sighs, suddenly feeling very tired of them asking her that all the time.

Declan, sensing her change of mood, turns at her and smile again. "What do you think of heading out to get a bite?" He then looks at Peggy.

Peggy smiles and nods. "That'd be lovely." Then both of them look at Miranda waiting her to answer.

"Yeah, ok. I'm feeling a little hungry." She says and gets up from the couch, mole quickly standing too.

"Come on, mole." Declan says beckoning to the dog. "Let's go all have a good meal." And silently they left Declan's office.

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The moment Miranda's laugh reaches Trevon's ears he looks up from the notebook in his lap and searches around for Miranda's face and half a second later he sees her getting inside Declan's red truck as he holds the door open for her and the psychiatrist gets in through the other door.

She's laughing... he doesn't know why, but that's the first time he ever hears her laughing and Holy Lord, that's the most beautiful sound he's ever heard. He's hypnotized, enchanted by the sound of her laugh, the soft small little noises coming from her mouth. He wishes so badly he was the one making her laugh and not that... it's always the professor... If Trevon wasn't as persistent as he is he'd have given up on Miranda long ago, because seeing how she acts around the professor, -wanting to amaze him, to make him look at her, pay attention to her, any small little thing just to make him notice she's there- is something very discouraging. But he's not going to give up on this.

He wants her; he has never wanted someone so badly in his life, not even Michelle. Miranda has something especial, he can feels that, she's especial. Since the moment he laid eyes on her he feels he has some kind of connection with her. Whenever she is there he feels like something he's never been. He feels like he can spend the rest of his life with her.

But she just seems to not want the same thing.

How can she be with someone that treats her badly when Trevon can be everything to her? He can be much better than the professor, much gentler, much better. He doesn't treat her as if she's his, like the professor; sure, he loses his mind sometimes, but who doesn't? It's not possibly human to be patient all the time and with Miranda, she just has the thing about making him mad more often than she should.

But that's not a problem. Trevon just needs to teach her how to act, how to be. He just needs to show her these little irritating habits she has and why she makes him mad. Her knowing what makes him mad will end all of this, if she knows what makes him mad she won't do that anymore. So simple and easy, he just needs time with her.

"Wait!" Miranda shouts suddenly and Trevon looks at her startled only to see her getting out of the truck. "My cell phone is not with me, I think I forgot it in your office."

"Oh, okay." Declan steps back so Miranda can walk past him.

"I'll just go get. Be back in a minute." She says and runs off back to the university, but before she can take ten steps away Declan calls her back.

"Miranda!" She stops and turns to look back then, when he's sure she's looking, Declan raises his hand, showing the small silver object hanging from one finger. "I think you forgot this too."

Miranda sighs as she rolls her eyes and comes back. "Thanks." She chuckles taking the key to his office from him, her fingers brushing his hand as she took the key, and they exchanges an awkward look then Miranda looks away blushing slightly. "Be right back." She mutters and runs again.

Trevon watches as she runs right past him without seeing him and is glad she doesn't because the anger he's feeling right know would be too obvious in his eyes and she'd probably run away from him again or himself would end up doing something he shouldn't.

He couldn't help but notice the awkwardness between them a second later and that only makes things worse when he saw their hands touching. It's been always like that, he's never liked professor Dunn touching Miranda, never, and actually seeing that his touch had such affect on her only makes things worse. Miranda only keeps playing with him. She has to choose between them and he has to make sure she will choose him and not the professor.

If she does, she will regret it forever.

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Declan turns the engine off and looks at Miranda as a small smile shows on. "There we go." He says softly.

"Thanks for the ride." She says back and opens the passenger's door. "Though you have to come pick me up tomorrow morning." She teases and flashes him a beautiful smile.

"Oh, it's definitely worth it." He chuckles as he learns by heart all of her traces, locking her happy expression inside his mind for future use. It's so rare to see Miranda smiling like that and today, during their mean she had smiled more than he's ever seen her smiling; and he really likes it. He was so excited by her good mood in spite of things with Trevon that he had offered himself to take her home.

Miranda blushes shyly and rolls her eyes -something she seems to be doing awfully lot lately- then she steps out of the car and closes the door with a thump. "Thanks again. See you tomorrow."

"Good night, Miranda."

"Good night." She calls over her shoulder and heads to her building entrance. Declan watches as she struggles to take the key out of her pocket and open the door. As Miranda gets in she turns around and waves at Declan, who waves back at her then she closes the door and Declan waits until she's safely inside before turning the engine on again and driving away.

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Even before she opens the door she feels something is odd. She can't really put her finger on it, she only knows something doesn't feel quite right, just... knows. She freezes in her place and looks carefully to her right and then to her left, checking if anyone is around. After she's sure no one is stalking in a corner somewhere she puts the key in the hole and turns it. Maybe she's just being silly about it, maybe she's just still shaken up because of Trevon.

Miranda opens her apartment door and as the odd feeling doesn't go away, she fist peeks inside, looking around and making sure she's really alone. She doesn't know what is it, maybe no one is in there right now but she's almost sure someone -was- there. She waits for a minute, listening for any strange or unfamiliar sound but nothing happens. She's nearly afraid that the moment she puts a foot inside someone will grab her and knock her off.

Miranda chuckles at himself for that; she's totally being stupid. Shaking the weird feeling off, she takes her black coat off as she enters her place and hangs it on the hanger beside the door then shuts the door behind her with her foot. Passing through the hall she throws her keys over the hall table and heads to her to take off her shoes and some of her heavy clothes.

She's so tired all she wants to do is to take a hot, relaxing shower and crash on the bed. Tomorrow she has to get up for 9 am class, something she should know by now is definitely not healthy, but Miranda is too responsible and takes her studies seriously, so to her it doesn't really matter at what time she has classes.

After she takes her shoes off she pads back through the hall and heads to the kitchen to drink some iced tea before taking a shower. As she passes by the dinner table in the kitchen she feels the odd feeling again and when she turns to look she immediately sees the small white piece of paper peacefully lying over the table.

For the second time she freezes with fright.

Miranda's breath starts to come out heavy and in small amounts as she is still in her frozen place. Out of reflex she looks around, even knowing that whoever was in her apartment is not there anymore; otherwise the person would have attacked her already. When life returns to her limbs she walks slowly to the table and looks down at the paper.

-Don't play games with me Love T-

What scares her the most isn't what is written in the paper, but the fact that he actually had gotten in her apartment, that he had been in there when she wasn't and that he could've been still there and could've hurt her the moment she got inside. Miranda stares at the piece of paper again. It seems unreal, jarring to her sense of reality. A single piece of paper, words written on it; and now she's finally beginning to digest it.

She knows she can't touch the paper, everything she has learned tells her not to touch, to call the authorities, call someone, do something. But she is numb, she doesn't know what to do, who to call. Frozen in place, that's how Miranda is.

Finally, good sense coming back to her, she picks up the telephone to dial someone's number. For a moment she can only think blank, no one's number comes to her mind but then Declan's name comes and she dials his number as quickly as her trembling fingers allow her.

The phone rings once, twice, three times, then when all of her hopes are fading away, the sweet sound of his voice reaches her blurry mind. "Hello?"

"Declan?" She whispers as the first set of tears starts to wash down her face.

"Oh, hey Miranda. Is something wrong?" He asks already worried after he hears her tone of voice and how teary it seems.

"Can you..." She starts but as she looks at the note again the words fail her. "Can you come back?" She tries again.

"What happened?" He asks a little more rushed this time and the sound of tires screeching she knows he's already coming for her.

"There's-there's this note.... It's from Trevon. He was here."

"Ok, hold on. I'm coming."

"Please..." She murmurs and at the dial tone she hangs up her phone too.

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