All Chapters of Sweet Obsession: Chapter 61 - Chapter 65

Embry's POV"All I want to do is look after you Embry, I swear, you gave me this fresh start, I won't mess it up."But how was I to tell him, he already had.My glossy eyes were blankly trained on the floor, I couldn't look at him. Every time I did I seemed to lose a part of myself, a part of us. "Look at me Embry, everything I do, I do it for you, don't you get that?" Desperation seeped from his voice as I made no move to entertain him. "Or maybe you just say that to make yourself feel better" I muttered, gently rubbing my throbbing cheek."Do you know why I call you little bug?" He perked up, crouching in front of me so that I had no choice but to look at him. My silence was enough of an answer for him as he gently smiled, continuing. "Do you remember when-" sighing, my tears fell one by one, "don't Noah, just don't" I whispered. "Do you remember when we were kids, and one summer we were hanging out in your room and there was this spider in your bathroom," he rambled on, ignoring my

"Like I said, I've worked for this family since I was a boy, my father watched Noah's mother go through the same thing Embry, whatever promises he makes that he won't hurt you anymore are lies. I can't force you to let me help you so whenever you realise what you need to do, you can come to me" he grabbed my hand, reassuringly squeezing it before walking out the door.Closing the door, I leaned my head against it, the tears flooding my vision. My shoulders shook with the weight of my grief as I tried to silence the noise of my sobs. He knew who I was. He knew me. I could have walked out that door with him, but what right did I have to put another life in danger. I slid down to the floor, allowing my body to curl up in misery. A raw sense of agony convulsed within my body, agony over this endless situation, over Indigo having actually cared about me, over the impact everything Noah said had on me.Jonathan had made a remark about not believing Noah's promises that he would no longer hu

Five years later...Embry's POVI rubbed my hands against the fabric of my trousers, the anxiety building within me at the large crowd of people. Pulling at the collar of my shirt I tried to ease my breathing, this wasn't my first book reading, but I always got very nervous at them.When I did these, I put my work, my inner thoughts in front of everybody to judge. I put my experience, my trauma before their scrutinising eyes. So far the audience seemed to be interested in what I was saying, in work that I had actually published. Something I never would have thought would be happening. But the book had been published for a month now and the reviews were beyond me.I suppose everything with Noah had its purpose in my life, its reason. It led me here. Led me to a dream of mine I had long forgotten under the weight of everything. My dream of being a writer. A silly hope I had when I was a child, one I never gave much of a second thought to.Taking a sip of the water, I cleared my throat p