~Chapter 8~

                                    

                                          
Getting in his car I rolled the film. He started his car and I watched him. Every now and then he would stare at the camera. I would ask him small questions like how he feels about driving and does he always drive. He would answer then go quietly. When I got bored I turned the camera off. Since it took like 40 minutes to get there because of the traffic I decided I wasn't gonna hold the camera the whole time.
                          
"Why, do you want to be in my documentary?" I asked him. He pulls up to a stop and looks at me.
                          
"That guy is your boyfriend or best friend?" He asked. I roll my eyes. 
                          
"This again?" I said looking away from him. "Why would my dating life be a concern to you?"
                          
"Because I wouldn't like for a guy to put his filthy hands on what's mine..."
                          
Say what?
                          
"Yours?" I said now looking at him in utter shock. "How can I be yours if I barely know you."  The car turns the corner and pulls into parking lot. He turns in his seat to look at me.
                          
"You just are." He said with a smirk.
                          
"You are completely crazy. If you think you own me you have another thing coming." I said getting out of the car. I began to walk away from the car when I heard his door open.
                          
"Come back!" He said calmly.
                          
"Leave me alone." I said, still walking. He grabbed me softly and pushed me back so my back touched the side of his car. "Brett I told you to leave me alone!"
                          
"But I can't Mel." He placed his hands on my exposed sides as he watches my eyes. "You've become my obsession." He said. I took a deep breath. 
                          
"What do you mean you made me your obsession? Why me? Why not some other bitch or slut you go out with every night?" I asked.
                          
"You have everything no other woman has. And that spunk of yours is one of the main reasons, besides your sexy ass body," he said. I felt oddly comfortable in his arms and  when he looked away I missed his eyes on me.
                          
"You can't claim, me. I'm not an object." I said confuse.
                          
"But I can." he said. I shake my head. 
                          
"Who gave you that right?" I yelled. He came close and his lips brushed my neck slightly. I sucked in a deep breath. 
                          
"Let me show you something." With that said he pulled me into the building that he parked at. It seemed to be a warehouse but very spotless and clean.
                          
"I can make you mine." He spoke calmly. My inner fear came out and I dropped myself on the floor by some shelves. He stopped walking and looked at me.
                          
"No Brett don't please," I begged. Tears formed from my eyes. I was tough but at this moment I wasn't. Considering my uncle Bobby raped me at the age of 5 until 6 I was no longer a virgin. But to think Brett was capable of this was crazy.