The Obsessed Mafia Ex

Chapter 3 - Psychopath

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Warning: The following chapter might be triggering to some.

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Kim

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I sigh, looking at the time, and it’s 11:05 pm. I can’t believe I sat alone at the beach for this long. After being discovered by Tyler, I went to the beach for a walk. Facing him after all these years was overwhelming, and I needed some time alone. Aiden called around 8:00 pm, but I didn’t reply. I didn’t feel like it, and I wasn't ready to come or talk about it today.

Aiden and I met a few months ago at a nightclub I was working in. I knew him from when I was still dating Tyler. He and Tyler met in boarding school and became best friends. They even went to the same med school and stayed in touch even after Tyler had returned home and started working. Aiden was dating Lia at the time, but his friendship with Tyler ended after he broke up with Lia, and we never heard from him again. Tyler tried to reach out to him after everything that happened, but he changed his number, and it became clear he didn’t want to be contacted. And Tyler got the message and left him alone. Plus, he was having his own problems too, even though they weren’t worse at the time, but they were there. I wasn’t coping with being a mother, and the more time that went by and the more I tried, the harder it became.

Tyler and I dated for five years, and we loved each other. I knew he was the one I wanted to spend my life with, but I wasn’t sure how I felt about having kids, and I knew he wanted them. Whenever he brought up the topic, I just went along with whatever he was saying. I never opened up to him, and I honestly spoke my mind. I could never find the right words to tell him, and before I could, I discovered that I was pregnant, and for the time, I knew exactly how I felt. I was suddenly sure that I didn’t want to be a mother.

I didn’t want to hurt or lose Tyler, so I decided to hide the pregnancy from him and get rid of it, but he found out before I could. He was so happy to become a dad that I couldn’t go through with it. I didn’t have the heart to look him in the eye and tell him I didn’t want to keep the child, so I decided to keep it, and I thought my love for him was enough to change how I felt and make me accept being a mother. To make me love the child. I thought I’d feel different when the stomach grew, but I didn’t. I hated being pregnant, but I was still hopeful that the moment I looked into her eyes, I would feel differently. But it never happened. All I could think about from the moment they placed her in my arms was how much I didn’t want her, how I should have been honest with Tyler when I found I was pregnant and told him I wasn’t planning on keeping her.

I tried to keep my feelings to myself out of fear that he would not understand and that I’d be judged, but the more I was expected to bond with her and be a mother, the more I started to resent her, to resent everyone for expecting that of me. It was too much; I couldn't do it. It began to surface that there was a problem, and Tyler noticed, but still, he didn’t understand. He thought it could be fixed, that I just needed help, but it wasn’t the case. He started giving all his time and attention to her, and I felt alone and... trapped. He and his family’s expectations of me started to suffocate me, and I needed a break, so I started drinking to ease my pain, but before I knew it, I couldn’t stand being sober. I had to be drunk all the time, or I was afraid I would kill myself.

Tyler kept quiet at first, but when he started finding me drinking every time he came back from work, we started arguing, and the arguments soon turned into big fights, and it all went down heal from there. By the time I realized he had moved out of the house. I loved Tyler, that hadn’t changed, and the thought that I was losing him scared me, so I tried again. I told myself I had to learn to love her or die trying and really tried, but I failed, and I finally realized I had to give him up. I couldn’t have one without the other, and I didn’t want the other, so I gave up.

I relocated to Australia with my aunt to try and start over, but it didn’t work out. We got along over the phone, and she seemed to understand me and want to help, but it was a different story when I got over there. My mom died when I was sixteen, and I never knew my father, so my aunt was the only family I had since my grandparents died before I was even born. My aunt and I had kept in touch but hadn't seen each other in years, so I guess I wasn’t who she remembered. I ended up hooking up with a guy who took me to LA with him, and we were fine for a while, but I soon discovered he wasn’t who I thought he was, and I barely escaped with my life. I was out on the streets from there, and getting a job was hard, especially since my visa had expired, and I ended up doing all sorts of things to survive. I missed Tyler, and strangely enough, I started missing her too, but I had no means to go back, and even if I did, I was not in a good place. I was more broken than when I left, and I didn’t trust myself. I was sure of my feeling for him but not for her. I didn’t know if I was really ready to accept her or if I just felt like that because I was all alone and hurting. So I couldn’t go back to them even if I had the means to. I couldn’t do that to him again. I could never forget the look on his face when I told him I was leaving. I cried all the way to the airport.

A few months later, I got arrested and spent three years in prison. Prison wasn’t easy, but at the same time, it helped me. It helped me get over my drug and alcohol problem, and it gave me time to reflect and realize what’s most important. I was in the darkest moment in my life, and it saved my life. I came out determined to fix my life and work on myself for my family, but when I looked Tyler up, he married Lia, and they had a child together. It broke my heart but then again, I had no right. I’m the one who left him. He deserved to be happy with someone, and Lia was good for him. She’s a good person, and she cared for him. I got a job a few months later at a nightclub as an exotic dancer, and that’s where I met Aiden. He helped me out a lot and became my support system, and we ended up having an affair. We didn’t love each other. We just needed each other. He was going through a rough patch in his marriage, or so I thought at the time, and I needed someone. The affair went on for months, and everything was smooth, but it soon became unbearable. Aiden showered me with gifts and saw to it that I didn’t need for anything, but he was controlling. At the beginning of the affair, he told me I had no right to break up with him. That he and only he could end the affair. He put it down in black and white with the rest of the rules, but I didn’t think much of it and signed on the dotted line. Little did I know I was signing my life over to a psychopath. He told me I’d get punished if I broke the rules, and I thought he was just being kinky. I knew Aiden, or at least that’s what I thought until I realized he wasn’t the same Aiden anymore. He had changed over the years, and he was nothing like he used to be. The first time I broke the rules and couldn’t come over when he needed me, he hit me, and I was shocked. I had never had anyone lay hands on me, and I wasn’t going to stand for it. So I told him it was over but soon regretted it. He showed me his true colors, and by the end of it all. I was terrified of him. I was trapped with no hope of ever getting out, and the death of his wife only made things worse. He killed her and wasn’t even remorseful about it. It didn’t even affect him. The whole time they were looking into her murder, I was praying they arrest him. I thought maybe I could use the time to disappear, but he got away with it.

Six months ago, he confessed to me that he was still in love with Lia. He had been keeping tabs on Lia ever since they broke up. I was shocked and asked him why he was telling me all this when he was forcing me to stay with him. He told me he was letting me go, but only if I help him with his plan. He said he’d help me get Tyler, too, and I couldn’t pass on that. I regretted leaving Tyler, and I wanted him back too, even if I wasn’t stalking him all this time, plus it meant being free from him. So I agreed, and here we are.

I push the door open and walk inside to find the lights dimmed, which means Aiden’s probably sleeping. I make my way to the staircase but freeze as the lights suddenly come on. “Where have you been?” I hear Aiden’s voice behind me, and I turn to face him to find him looking at me with that familiar look in his eyes, and I’m confused. I swallow hard, my throat suddenly feeling dry. “I was down at the beach.” I take a step back, wanting to put a bit of distance between us, but a small scream escapes me as he slaps me across the face, sending me tumbling to the floor. A metallic taste fills my mouth as I clutch my nose, realizing it’s bleeding. “Get up,” he orders, and I don’t waste a second as I stand on my trembling knees.

“What do you say?”

“I’m sorry,” I reply with a quavering voice as he reaches for my face, wiping my tears before crashing his lips against mine.