Obsessive Love

A: Anger

Victor drove to Vicki's cabin as fast as he could. His blood was boiling and it took everything in him to restrain himself from killing Tea.

He had fought like hell to break out of Irene's compound only to find Tea fucking John Mcbain. They didn't see him so he took off before he killed them.

Victor slammed the door of Vicki's cabin when Marty walked out into the living room. "Victor. I heard that you were dead."

"Well I'm obviously not, although I wish I was. What the hell are you doing here anyways?"

"Vicki let me stay here for a couple of days so I could figure some things out."

"I thought you got your happily ever after with Patrick. What happened?"

"That's none of your business. Why aren't you with Tea?

"I want nothing to do with Tea. That bitch cheated on my memory with John Mcbain."

"That can't be true."

"I saw it with my own eyes Marty. It shouldn't be that hard for you to believe. You should know more than anybody that John would screw anything and Tea's nothing but a whore."

"So what are you going to do?" Marty asked.

"I'm going to stay here with you."

XOXOXO

B: Between

"I'm going to be staying here with you," Victor stated as he smiled at Marty. After the rotten six months he had just had at least things were finally starting to go his way.

"You can't be serious?"

"Of course I'm serious. Come on Marty, we've lived together before, it won't be that bad. I'm sure that we can find a way to make it work."

"Things were different between us back then. Where are you going to sleep?" Marty asked as she looked away.

"In the bedroom with you."

"I don't think so," Marty stated as she glared at him.

"Fine, you can sleep in the living room and I'll take the bedroom," Victor stated with a smirk. He loved getting Marty all riled up. Arguing with her felt like old times and it made him feel alive again.

"Why should I have to give up the bedroom? You just got HERE," Marty said raising her voice with each word until she was shouting at him.

"Look Marty, I'm willing to meet you half way and share the bed with you. It's up to you, but one way or another I'm sleeping in that bed."

"Fine, we'll share the bed," Marty stated as she stormed to the bedroom.

"What are you doing?" Victor asked as he walked into the bedroom.

Marty had stripped the bed and was in the process of hanging a sheet down the middle.

"I'm hanging a sheet between us. This is your side of the bed. I swear to God Victor, if you come anywhere near my side of the bed I'll stab you."

"We'll see about that," Victor mumbled under his breath.

"What was that?" Marty asked.

"Nothing, let's go to bed...I'm tired," Victor stated. He was anxious to share a bed with Marty once again.