Obey Me, My Pet

What caused everything to get so twisted up?

I shook my head in frustration.

Whose malevolent spirit did I harm, and how did I do it?

At the one moment when I was experiencing the most joy, someone had undoubtedly placed a curse on me, putting me perfectly in Hayley's line of sight.

When I was almost ready to go to the practice room, I scooped up my food and roughly stuffed the container into my backpack. I was looking forward to the tranquility that I would discover there. It was in the place where I was able to think the most clearly when I was dancing that I was able to find a solution to my problem.

As I heard RC's voice approaching down the corridor, I suddenly stopped working on the zipper. His voice was getting closer and closer. His tone was playful, and he was chuckling at the same time. As soon as I heard Graham respond to him, I hurriedly retreated and allowed the inky darkness of the pre-dawn hours to consume me completely.

From my hiding location next to the enormous double refrigerator, I observed as they came within a few feet of me as they passed by. When I saw RC's arm around her shoulders, my entire body turned into a nervous state.

"Don't think that just because I'm going with you this morning, it actually means anything," she stated in a superior manner. You do realize that I am no longer silly or innocent, don't you? It is no longer prudent for me to put any boy's feelings above my own. Lucy has relayed the truth to me.

When I picked her up from the institution, she had a way of flicking her tail in the face of the male hybrid. Her tone brought back memories of that moment, and I couldn't help but smile to myself. I am overjoyed that the queen has returned, and I could not be happier about it. If there was anyone else who believed that they were going to come in and take her by storm, they would want to reconsider their assumptions. Despite the fact that I was aware that it was unfair of me, I chose to not want her to be with anybody else.

"Hendrix?"

Nikki was looking at me with a worried expression on his face as the front door shut behind RC and Graham. I looked up just as the door closed behind them.

He inquired, "What have you been up to on a recent basis?" "You worry me."

Coming out of the shadows, I retrieved the food from my backpack and put it back where it belonged. Going to the practice room at this time would have been a waste of time because RC and Graham had yet to conclude their work.

"What do you mean?" As I sat down to eat my breakfast, I made the statement. "I'm fine."

I do not feel well.

For as long as I could, I didn't come back. Only Graham and RC had not yet returned, but the time allotted for open practice was quickly running out.

I cringed as I entered the foyer and saw Hayley look up at me. I turned around to face her. I made a beeline for the corridor and proceeded to travel right to the location of the practice room. The sound of Tristan working on his breath control could be heard coming from the vocal room. In addition, I noticed that Dylan and Billie were hunched over some sheet music at the opposite end of the auditorium, with their heads pressed together.

Even though the door to the practice area was shut, I was still able to hear music emanating from within the establishment. My group's choreographer, together with Alondra and Trevor from TXT, was working with RC and Graham when I opened the door. I was taken aback by their presence. At the same time as I was watching, the choreographer came around the corner and made some adjustments to Graham's sequences, which were a little irregular.

From what I could tell, RC had brought Graham here for the sole purpose of flirting with her, perhaps to get his foot in the door with her. However, they were actually practicing their dancing moves.

I couldn't help but keep my gaze fixed on Graham as she gracefully navigated the challenging dance. Her face was flushed as the choreographer complimented her rapid understanding.

It was me who ought to have been the one dancing with her on the dance floor. My dance partner was by my side. The pain in my chest was intense, and I had the need to rush up to her and take her into my arms.

"What the hell are you looking at?"

My arm was pulled so hard that it was almost completely out of its socket as I was forcibly flung around.

"What the fuck?" "I yelled while grabbing my shoulder," I said.

While I was down the corridor, I was able to see Dylan and Billie looking up, and I could see the strange glances that they were getting in our direction.

"Hendrix, you and I had an agreement," Hayley muttered under her breath. "It was that agreement." "I will not allow that scumbag to divert your attention away from my daughter under any circumstances."

The stinging ache in my shoulder caused me to jerk away from her clutches, and I grimaced in anguish.

My focus is not being diverted away from Keanne by her. Unless you want everyone to see how insane you really are, you should refrain from making a scene. As I screamed back at her, I responded by saying, "You can't expect me to completely ignore her because she lives in my house."

Not only did she phone me twenty times a day, but she also dictated how she should treat her beloved daughter for no apparent reason. In addition, she made sure that I had phoned Keanne ten times a day while I was at work by calling me out on the phone. Now, she was assaulting me in the corridors of the building.

In response to that, I offer a solution. It was a cruel demand that she made, "Get rid of her." "If she was somewhere else, you would never have to see her again."

The very concept caused me to feel as though I had lost my breath. Despite the fact that encountering her on a daily basis was driving me insane and that I was unable to touch her or communicate with her, I would rather be insane than be fully independent of her.

An authoritative voice came from behind me and said, "She is not going anywhere," and I picked up on it.

As we both looked around, we saw Dylan standing five feet away with his arms crossed and not appearing to be in the least bit thrilled.

From the position of being next to Dylan, Billie questioned, "What the hell is going on here?" Graham and Billie had developed a tight relationship resembling that of a big brother. If nothing else, I hoped that was all he was trying to accomplish.

During the time that Hayley was rearranging her face into her normally nice smile, I stared down at her instead. She lied through her teeth as she turned her attention to my young people and asked, "Whatever do you mean? There is absolutely nothing going on here. The conversation that we are having right now is about Hendrix coming to dinner tonight.

The frowns of both Dylan and Billie became more pronounced. They were aware of what they had heard, and it was incongruous with what Hayley had previously stated. The fact that they were looking to me for confirmation caused me to pause, as I did not want to lie to them but also feared that I would not. When Hayley's malevolent eyes looked into mine, I shook my head in agreement with what she was saying.

Even though none of them appeared to be convinced, they both nodded their heads in agreement and apologized for the confusion that had arisen before withdrawing.

"You had better learn to keep your members in check," Hayley murmured to me as she watched them make their way back down the corridor.

Graham was the target of her warning. "And stay away from that one, or you'll be sorry," she said, pointing to Graham.

The moment I realized that Graham and RC had stopped dancing and were both staring at us, my heart began to race. I gazed at the tip of her finger and then beyond it.

Before hurriedly returning to her job in the lobby, Hayley put her finger down and smirked in a malicious manner.

I watched her leave, wondering whether this was going to be the last time it happened. What would happen if she continued to expect more and more from me, though she ultimately decided to disclose the photographs anyway? In the event that this was the unavoidable consequence, there was no need for me to continue to jump through her hoops. Permit her to distribute the photographs at this time and move on from her.

But it wasn't only me who would be exposed to the world; all it took was a single glance at Graham's face for me to realize that I would do all in my power to shield her from the world for as long as I could.

At Keanne's request, I picked her up from work for supper, which was supposed to be an early dinner. When I looked at her from the other side of the table, I tried to make her smile. Her hair was styled to perfection, her makeup was done by a professional, and she wore a dress that was so well-fitting that it would have made any guy proud. When you took into consideration who her mother was, it was surprising to find that she was a lovely enough person. She was kind, clever, and sophisticated all at the same time.

I was completely and utterly bored.

To a certain person, Keanne was an outstanding young lady.

Nothing that we shared was similar. We were at a loss for anything to discuss. We did not have any chemistry.

"How was your day?" While I was perusing the menu, I inquired about it.

"Okay. " What about yours?

"Interesting."

"Good."

Despite the fact that we hadn't even placed our meal order yet, I couldn't help but feel compelled to check my watch to see how much longer it was before I could drive her home.

"Anything out of the ordinary happens at work?"

Before responding, she took a deep breath, swallowed her wine, and set her glass down till she said, "Not really."

It was then that she returned to glancing at her menu.

When I tried to think of a subject that could elicit an enthusiastic response from her, my mind went dead. However, I had long since exhausted all of my brainstorming possibilities. Keanne and I had been dating for more than two weeks at this point, and I still hadn't discovered anything that we had in common with one another. Each and every one of my inquiries was met with a straightforward response consisting of two or three words.

The fact that Keanne had feelings for me was something that Hayley had said, but now that I was sitting across the table from her in the light of day, I was beginning to really doubt that fact.

We didn't interact much while we were on the phone together. She continues to ignore me even today while we are on a date and instead glances around the room.

Initially, I was under the impression that she was simply reserved, but as we encountered people that she knew, she came to life, being quite talkative and laughing a great deal.

After being in each other's company for a couple of hours, I finally left her at her doorstep. We both endured the discomfort of being in each other's presence. I was aware that we were being observed because I noticed the curtains at the large front window moving, and as a result, I moved over to give her a well-deserved kiss on the cheek.

I sighed a sigh of relief as the door shut behind her; it was yet another successful date, and it was finished before it was even dark outside.

I was perplexed and shook my head as I made my way back to my car, which was parked in the driveway. During the time that I was settling into my seat my phone began to ring, and as soon as I secured my seatbelt, I took it up.

"Hey Tristan, what's up?" I shifted the gears in the vehicle and then retreated from the driveway.

The time has come for you to return to this location! It was clear that he was in a state of panic as he yelled out, "I don't know what's going on, but there's obviously something very wrong with Graham." "Be quick! I have a feeling that she is passing away!

I was surprised when Tristan abruptly hung up on me, and the phone went silent.

I found myself thinking about the bright red circle that was located on the calendar. Despite the fact that I was aware of what was wrong with Graham, I was at a loss for what to do about it.

I was aware, on the other hand, that I could not simply stand by and watch her go through the pain. As the tires made a chirping sound, I put my foot down on the gas and opened up the throttle, causing the vehicle to race down the congested streets of the city in that direction.