I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity

a/n - thank you to @queridadios for this suggestion <33

Chase's party, around the beginning of the book :)

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My heart thudded in my chest like a volcanic eruption, erratic strings of insanity threatening to pool over at the sight of Ella Miller laughing with someone that was not me.

I desperately wanted to make her laugh, to make her smile as she lay upon my chest, her mesmerising brown eyes scrunched up along with the dents of her dimples in the soft skin of her cheek.

I wanted to make her laugh.

But I could not.

I was scared. Scared that she would not find me funny. Scared that I could not make her laugh the way her friend is currently making her laugh.

The green-haired goddess stands far, too far, at the other side of the crowded room, my need for her witty comebacks and sarcastic ways eating me alive like the deadliest disease.

She glows like the Greek goddess that she is, her infectious laugh and smile lighting up the entirety of the dimly-lit house party.

I wanted to take that smile right off her face.

I hated the fact that others could see her ethereally beautiful face beaming with amusement. I hated the fact that she was not aware of the amount of ogling eyes I had had to tear off of her in the past three minutes.

I hated the fact that she did not know that she was mine.

Not yet, but she will soon. Very soon.

It is my life's purpose. She will know that she is  mine and that I am hers. Not matter what.

I would do anything to make her shine with happiness, I would do unimaginable things just so that there was not a single slither of irritation in her body.

But right now I was a madman, right now I was about do something that threatened to bring said irritation upon her.

She speaks with Lara, Lana...whatever her name is, telling her about how some fucker is trying to get into her temple. Her temple that was reserved for me and me only.

"Who the fuck is trying to get into your temple?" My voice rumbles in a demand, my body tense with an overwhelming need to kill said fucker that is trying to get past the bodyguard of her temple.

Her back is to me, and I desperately needed to see her face, to see that she was okay and to calm down the rising feeling within me.

I admire the way her fairytale-green hair flows as she turns to me, her next few words not at all helping with how I am on the verge of going utterly insane.

"Too many people to count." She tries to deadpan, but I instantly recognise the amusement laced in her tone.

I am an Ella-expert, after all.

My heart skips a beat in its erratic rhythm as her large brown doe-eyes peer up at me, my jaw growing impossibly tighter at the sight of her drunken eyes.

Despite me knowing that she is joking, I cannot help the way my voice barks out in reply. The mere thought of her in the presence of another man did things to me that I did not know were humanly possible until I met her.

"Who?"

My eyes falter to her tauntingly sarcastic smile, my heart skipping yet another beat at the sight of her smiling just for me.

"Too many to name." She grins yet again, as if purposefully trying to turn me into a madman.

"Medusa." I growl out the name that suited the Greek green goddess way too well.

Only then to my eyes roam down to her attire, the pool of her cleavage from the top of her lacy corset top giving me the most unholy thoughts, thoughts that I instantly added to the images of her in my mind.

I remembered her words from the previous time that I had stupidly commented on her attire, and since I did not ever want to upset her, I kept my mouth shut.

Brennan uttered something that I did not even register as I held back the urge to cover her up with my leather jacket and keep her in a room where she would stay with me forever.

I frowned as her eyes looked away from me, the latter urge now beginning to sound like the perfect plan to entail in my many plans for Medusa.

Whatever the fuck her friend and Brennan were saying was inaudible to me as my eyes remained on my green-haired goddess, still desperate to know who the fuck is trying to get into her temple.

"I don't remember you being invited." She remarks, the erratic beating of my heart skipping a beat yet again.

Why the fuck would I have to be invited? She was here therefore I was entitled to join her. It was Chad's party, the fucking prick who thinks that he can speak to my Medusa.

"So what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" My little goddess asks, her green hair shining like a heavenly aura around her.

I was an Ella-expert. Yet I did not know why she was here, at Chad's party, being beautiful for everyone's eyes.

I knew that she was here. I knew before I had even demanded Brennan to tell me of her and Lana's whereabouts.

I was furious that she was somewhere that I was not. I was enraged that Chad could scurry his way into her presence without me being there to stop him.

The one thing that made me happy, however, was the fact that her eyes did not show that she was enjoying herself, the only hint of enjoyment being when she talked to me. And that, was what made me extremely happy.

I took a step toward her, mainly because I wanted to be close enough to her so that I could smell the scent of her apple body scent in every atom of my body, but also because I needed her to know that I was entirely serious when I uttered my next demand.

"What are you doing here is my question."

"It was Lana's idea. I did not want to come." She told my tense frame, her expression showing no hint of falseness.

I felt the heaviness of my shoulders physically drop as they relaxed, the sight of my little green-haired Medusa before me making all my troubles wash away.

"You can play Mario Kart with him but not go to his party. That doesn't make sense."

My frame instantly tensed up once again.

The mere thought of her in the presence of Chad made me loose control, but the thought of her playing fucking video games with him made me feel as though I will loose my mind.

My face was painted with a scowl as I searched the dark room of the house party, desperate to find that waste of space within the neon lights that flashed to the rythym of the music that I was not paying any mind to.

Her soft brown eyes searched my enraged self, her gaze shining with happiness as she looked at my frame that was entirely different to the latter.

"I was mad too, Lurch." She began, my heart still skipping a beat at her laughter, even though I was physically and mentally on the verge of ripping Chad's little head off. "He never let me play as Luigi. Green is my colour."

I would have let you be Luigi.

I was not exactly mad that he had not let her be the character she desperately wanted to be, it was simply the thought of her being disappointed that made my heart drop to the pits of my stomach.

I would be the one to give her everything she wanted, not him. Even if that everything was simply the green character in the video game she loves so much.

My psychotic eyes whipped to meet her calm ones as her words and laughter processed into my enraged mind.

"Yes." I agree, my agreement of the latter being equivalent to my definite knowledge of my love for her. "It is."

Her adorable eyebrows furrowed up into a frown, instantly making my need to know what was heavy on her mind making me reach a point of un-returnable insanity.

"What is wrong, Medusa?" I questioned, trying my very best not to show her how utterly infuriated I was with Chad for throwing this stupid fucking party.

"If I stare hard enough at you, I might incinerate you." She spoke again, and suddenly nothing else around me mattered anymore. "The chances are low but I need to try everything in an attempt to get rid of you."

Her head was tilted up due to the distance between our heights, the urge to smash my lips upon hers feeling like it was eating me alive at a pace that could not be explained.

Choosing against our first kiss being in the repulsive setting of the house party, I chose instead to lean my head downwards so that I could perhaps grasp the idea of such.

"You are going to have to try harder than that." I chuckled, even though the end of the world would not take me away from her.

My heart dropped as she shuffled away from me, the thought that she did not like the way I had leant down worrying me to the point of insanity.

"What is Lurch's weakness?" She questioned Brennan, although she would no the only answer to that question soon, very soon.

Her. Always her.

"I only know of one weaknesses of his." My friend uttered knowingly.

It was Her. It will always be her.

I was desperate for her to ask, to tell her that she and she only was my weakness, but the second that chance came it was instantly taken away.

Something was going on beside me, I could feel it in my peripheral presence, yet nothing and no-one else mattered other than Ella Miller.

What seconded that was the fact that her eyes were no longer on me, rather on whoever the fuck was trying to speak to me.

I frowned as Ella turned away from me, the sound of a woman talking in my ear feeling like a squawking parrot that I wanted to shoot.

Just before she could begin walking away from me, I grabbed her wrist. The only skin on skin contact that I find myself able to have from her during this period in our relationship.

I tugged her back to me, begging her to stay with my as I held her tight in my embrace. I could feel the millions of tiny little bumps on her skin as I tried not to beam with happiness at the fact that I was the one to earn that reaction from her.

Yet again my heart dropped to my stomach, this time for good.

She pulled out of my grip, the action feeling the equivalent to the feeling of seventy-two knives being struck into my heart that was still located at the pits of my stomach.

I desperately hoped that I had not hurt her, that my possessive grip was not too tight on her tiny frame. It would physically kill me if I so much as hurt a single strand of her bright green hair.

I stood still in my place for far too long, the feeling of her touch slowly fading. I wanted that feeling back, more than anything, so I quickly began rushing around to find my green-haired girl.

Scolding myself for not watching where her tiny little self wandered off to, I pushed through the crowds, not even batting an eye at the fact that I knocked multiple people to the floor.

I frantically searched the entire mansion, checking every room and even searching the beach on which the house lied.

Suddenly I heard her. That soft voice that never failed to make me feel weak in the knees.

Although that voice was not as elegant and smooth as usual, it was slurred and raspy, as if someone had turned her dial down.

My eyes scanned the room filled with people, finally landing on a head of green hair that stuck out the most in the entire room.

She was drunk.

She was fucking drunk.

And I had let that happen. Anything could have happened to her and I let that happen. I let that happen.

Now I really was insane, I had been pushed over the cliff that I had been hanging over all night. I was now plummeting to the ground, at such a speed that I was afraid I would loose all sense of control.

Then my eyes land on the person next to her, and only then do I splatter against the ground beneath the cliff.

Brennan, my ex-best-friend, stands talking to Ella, my Ella.

I swear to fucking god I will drown him in the pool outside, beaming with accomplishment as I walk away from the man who had the nerve to speak to my girl.

He is a dead man.

._._._._._.a/n - omgeeee have you guys seen the new Addams family series coming to Netflix?!! That shit looks so good, Ella would be ecstatic.

also you guys sorry I didn't include the rest of this chapter, I desperately wanted to publish something so perhaps I will do that as a second part!

p.s, this chapter comes to you from a very sore-footed me...I may or may not have danced a little too hard at ABBA voyage concert this evening🥲😵‍💫

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