Obsession by Bennight30

[JRK Archiver]

This story can also be found on The Source.



DISCLAIMER: This story will contain GRAPHIC scenes both physically, mentally, and sexually.

[JRK Archiver]

Chapter 1

Obsessed.

That was what his boss had called him hours before, while they waited for their lunch to arrive. Behind the tinted lenses of his sunglasses, Dillon’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully. If ever the pot should call the kettle black. His boss, Lorenzo Alcazar, had been borderline obsessive himself when it came to Elizabeth Webber. Ever since she’d accidentally dumped a plate of eggs in Lorenzo’s lap, they’d had their meals at Kelly’s.

He was not obsessed, Dillon told himself as he leaned against the hood of his ’69 Mustang, while he waited for the PC High bell to ring. He popped a cigarette in his mouth as he thought about their talk. Lorenzo had wanted him to trail and monitor the daily activities of the Jones girl. The current A.D.A. was forever trying to blame Lorenzo for Sonny’s wrongdoings. The decision had been made that they needed to obtain some leverage, and that was where Dillon had come in.

And that had led to this morning’s conversation.

“Mr. Quartermaine.”

Dillon looked over to find the vice principal, Mr. Morley, walking up to where he stood. “Hornsby,” Dillon corrected. In the four years that he’d lived in Port Charles, Dillon had never taken the Quartermaine name. Like his cousin, Jason, he hated everything that the name represented.

“Whatever,” Mr. Morley waved aside the correction and waved a hand at Dillon’s baby. “We go through this everyday, Mr. Hornsby. How many times do I have to ask you not to park in my parking spot?”

Dillon looked down at the curb in front of his car. He lifted his head with a smirk, “I still don’t see your name written here.”

“Move it,” Mr. Morley dared to order, “Or I’ll have it moved for you!” With that he stalked away.

Dillon resumed his stance and went to take another drag of his cigarette, only to find that it had burned out. Cursing, he tossed it to the ground and was about to take another one out, when the bell rang. Within seconds the serene quiet of the parking lot was filled with the laughter and chattering of students as they discussed their Spring Break plans. Amused, Dillon watched them all as they passed by him, none of them even trying to make eye contact. He was about to give up, when a familiar foursome walked by. None of them interested him, but her. Only her. Instantly, his hand went to his pocket, when she turned a flashed a smile to someone who’d called out her name. In his pocket, he carried a silken scarf that she’d dropped one day.

He wasn’t obsessed he told himself again. He was only doing his job.





“C’mon Georgie, just let me do it.” Travis Kent implored her as he drove them to her house.

“No!” Georgie gasped; bewildered that he would even suggest such a thing. “I am not going to let you call in a bogus crime just so you can run him down.”

Travis pulled over and looked at his girlfriend. Only they knew the truth to their relationship, both were friends that dated, that was it, nothing more. He wished he had feelings for her, but to him, she was just Georgie. A good confidant. Her sister Maxie was an entirely different story. “I know he hurts you,” he said softly after a while.

Georgie bit her lip and tried to keep the tears from falling. Silently she counted to ten and blew out a breath, knowing that she had to lie to him and hating herself for it. “I told you, I fell out of the tree that’s outside of my room.”

He opened his mouth to say something, only to decide against with a shake of his head. “It’s a beautiful day,” Georgie announced, as she looked up into the clear blue sky. It was most likely the only time that she’d get to herself, she figured. Being on the cheerleading squad, and the girlfriend of the star football player, and the young sister left her with precious little time. “I think I’ll walk the rest of the way home.”

Travis wanted to object, but he sensed that she would just lie to him again. “Promise me that you’ll call me if it gets too bad,” he pleaded.

Georgie nodded and grabbed her bag. The lie slipped easily through her teeth. “I will. I promise.”

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Chapter 2

It was one of those rare spring days, where the sun shone
brightly and the wind blew gently, scenting the air with cherry blossoms and daffodils. Georgie strolled along at an almost casual pace, part of her hoping that she would go home and find that no one was there. Another part of her wanted to do nothing more than to just stay away and never go back.

She knew she had no choice. If she left, there would be no one three to protect her mom and her sister from him. Clint Samuels. Trepidation filled her, as she got closer and closer to her house. When she got to the driveway, a burst of excitement filled her, when she saw that the driveway was empty.

Her excitement vanished the second she opened the door. Maxie walked by, dressed in her pale pink bathrobe and slippers, carrying a carton of Ben & Jerry’s. Maxie stopped and glanced at her younger sister. “You’re cooking dinner tonight,” she announced.

“I cooked dinner last night, Maxie.” Georgie reminded her, feeling her irritation start to grow.

Felicia walked, or rather stumbled into the room, with drink in hand. “You’re sister isn’t feeling well Georgie, so you’ll have to do the cooking tonight.” So saying, she simply turned and started to walk out of the room.

“This is bullshit!” Georgie snapped. She pointed over to wear Maxie still stood, calmly eating her ice cream. “She’s just standing there eating her @#%$ ice cream!”

“You will watch your mouth, young lady!” Felicia snapped back. “Just for that, you can cook dinner for the rest of the week along with your chores.”

“Fine!” Georgie seethed, and stalked into the kitchen where she slammed down a large bowl and headed over to the refrigerator. Yanking it open, she pulled out the fixings for a salad and threw them in the bowl. For good measure, she slammed down the bottle of salad dressing as well as the serving utensils. “Dinner’s served!” she snapped, and ran up to her room, before either of them could see the hot tears that welled up in her eyes.

She slammed the door shut and turned her stereo on full blast, before she sat down on her bed, to give in to the tears. She hated her life. Outside these walls, she was perky, happy Georgie. All around good student and good friend. Here, she was Georgie, the cook, the maid, the doormat, and the punching bag. Or rather Clint’s punching bag.

She missed Mac. Mac had been the backbone of the family, until Felicia had found refuge in the bottom of a bottle instead of with him. He’d finally given up one day and had left to go to Paris to visit with his niece, Robin. There, he’d met and fallen in love with a young French woman named Danielle. Three years ago, they’d had twin girls, and since then, Georgie had only heard from him a handful of times.

A hand fisted cruelly in her hair, painfully dragging her back to reality. Clint's ugly face filled her vision. “I don’t have time for your god damned games! Now get your ass down there and make dinner like your mother asked you to!”

Georgie bit her lip and desperately tried not to cry out, as he pulled her off her bed with his hand still in her hair. Clint all but dragged her to the kitchen, practically throwing her in it, before he disappeared into the foyer. As she cut the vegetables, she thought of how much she hated her life now. She hated her mother for being weak and marrying Clint. She hated Maxie, for being the brat that she was. But most of all, she hated herself, for being too much of a coward.

She caught herself staring at the large butcher knife in her hand.

To end it all.

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Chapter 3

Georgie speared a tomato out of her salad and forced herself to chew it slowly. The first time Clint had ever struck her had been because she’d wolfed down her supper so she could go to the movies with some of her friends. As she chewed, she contemplated the man who sat next to her mother and sister. She didn’t know what it was that her mother saw in him. He was an average looking man. Tall with short brown hair, pale blue eyes and ruddy colored cheeks. He’d come to know her mother when Maxie had been put in the hospital the last time with her heart condition. At the time, he’d seemed to be a blessing in disguise, as he was the only one who’d seemed to be able to help comfort Felicia. It was after they were married that Georgie had learned that he had kept Felicia comfortably stocked with her many bottles of bourbon and gin.

Now, even as she watched, he topped off her mother’s glass of wine with a smile. Felicia smiled back, “Thank you, Clint.”

“You’re welcome.” Leaning back in his chair, he took Felicia’s hand in his own. “You look just lovely tonight.” He looked over at Maxie, “You look lovely as well, Maxie.”

Georgie couldn’t take it anymore. Relief poured through her as she realized she’d finished her salad. “Can I go, now?”

Clint frowned in a way that had her tensing up. It had been three weeks since he’d last hit her. She wasn’t sure which was worse, the beatings or the days in between when she never really knew what would set him off. “No, Georgie, you cannot.” Felicia gave her a disapproving look, before she returned her attention back to her own meal.

“Oh, let her go to her room,” Maxie said. “All she’s going to do is sit there and pout.” She turned to her mom with an excited smile. “Then I can show you the dress that I’ve picked out for the prom.”

Felicia nodded and glanced back at her youngest daughter. “Fine, just make sure you clean up first.”

“Thanks.” Though it galled her to say it, she quickly cleaned up before she headed to her room. Locking the door behind her, she went to her bookshelf and pulled out The Smoking Gun and The Grapes of Wrath. To the naked eye, they looked just like plain hard back books that she would read. Instead, they were secret compartments that she’d paid for from one of the junkies at school. Tucked away inside were a flask and a cigarette holder, though it held something else. She returned the books and crawled out onto the tree that stood outside her room. Opening the cigarette holder, she took out a small piece of what appeared to be paper and placed it on her tongue, letting it dissolve away. Smiling as the drug took its affect, she took a drink of the gin she’d stolen from Felicia and sat back to think about the young man she’d seen earlier that day at school.

She’d seen him before, standing in that same spot, leaning against that same car. She knew who he was and what he did. Everyone knew who Dillon Hornsby was. Until today, she’d fantasized that he was there waiting for her. Instead, he’d been waiting for someone else. For some reason, she couldn’t explain, it had hurt to see him drive off with her.

Taking another drink, she settled back to watch the leaves on the tree dance, their laughter ringing in her ears.





A warm mouth nibbled on his ear, as an even warmer hand slid into his pants, stroking him.

Dillon groaned, though it wasn’t from being aroused. In fact, he was slightly disgusted. Though with whom, he couldn’t say. He endured her administrations for a few more seconds before he roughly pushed her away. “Get out!” he demanded.

Bridget blinked for a couple of seconds before she realized what he’d said. “What? Why?”

Dillon’s mouth curled into a cruel smile. Because you’re not her, he thought. You don’t have golden brown hair and big brown eyes. You don’t fill out your clothes in all the right places. You don’t have her smile, her laugh, or even her smell. “Because I don’t want to sleep with you.”

“But I thought that was why you wanted to come up here.” God, even her voice was annoying!

“I wanted to go for a drive; you wanted to go to Inspirational Point.”

Nonplussed, she just shrugged. “Whatever, but I’m not leaving. If you want to get rid of me, you’ll have to drive me back to town.”

He thought about throwing her purse out the window, but decided against it. It was childish and she’d probably just throw a fit.

He glanced at the digital clock on his dashboard. Eleven o’clock it read. She’d be getting ready for bed right about now.

He put the car into gear and shot off into the night, his boss's words ringing in his ears.

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Chapter 4

Georgie flopped down her bed and grabbed her phone, quickly punching in a long series of numbers. It was the last day of Spring Break, and she’d spent it cleaning the house from top to bottom, while her mom, sister and Clint had all gone out to spend the day shopping and whatever else came to mind.

She hadn’t been invited. She hadn’t expected to.

“Georgie, after you’re done cleaning the house, make sure all of the laundry is done and put away.” Felicia had instructed as they were leaving. “Oh and make sure all of the beds are stripped and fresh linens, will you?”

She’d finished twenty minutes before they’d come home. Felicia had immediately retired to her room as had Maxie. Clint however, had stayed and had given her lecture on how the next time she’d behaved this way; he wouldn’t be so lenient on her.

“Hello?” The voice on the other end of the line pulled her from her musings.

“Hi Mac, it’s me.” Georgie leaned against the headboard of her bed and bit her lip as tears sprung to her eyes. She hadn’t really realized how much she missed him until she’d heard his voice.

“Hi honey. What’s going on?” She closed her eyes, picturing him standing by a window, looking outside as he talked to her. It was what he did when he lived with them.

She sniffed and took a deep breath. “Nothing. I just needed to hear a friendly voice, is all.”

“Georgie?” She could hear the frown in his voice.

She waved a hand and forced a smile. “Honestly, it’s nothing. Somebody just asked me how you were doing and it made me realize how long it’s been since we’ve talked.”

“Well, life with twin girls is a---Kelsey and Vicky please stop chasing the cat,” Mac muttered a quick apology and sat down the phone to go corral his three year old daughters. Even as she listened she could hear the cat growl followed by a loud crash that had the girls shrieking with laughter.

She wanted to hate them, but she couldn’t. She glanced at the photograph that Mac had sent her. He sat beside a pretty young girl with long brown hair, and their two chubby daughters who had his eyes and his smile. They made for a happy family.

As she waited, she heard a car drive up the road and come to a stop. Seconds later, a door slammed closed as someone got out of their car.

Mac got back on the phone, sounding distracted. “Honey, I’m sorry, but I need to go, these girls are driving me crazy and Danielle has decided to go shopping.”

She brushed aside his apology. “Its fine Mac, I shouldn’t have called so late to begin with. Give my love to Danielle and the girls.” She hung up the phone and walked over to look outside her own window.

And gasped.

Someone was leaning against a car, and appeared to be watching the house. Quickly, she scanned the yard, looking for Clint, half expecting him to come storming out of the house. There was something about the way that the person leaned, that seemed familiar.

Frowning, she backed away from the window, only to return shortly, shrugging into a sweater. Quietly she opened the window, placing a screw on the sill to keep it open, and slipped out to climb down the tree.

As she approached the person, it suddenly occurred to her that this could be anybody, they could be some armed felon set out to seek revenge on Clint.

If her mother hadn’t been in the room, she’d have happily shown him to the room herself.

“Dillon?” She came to a stop about ten yards away, surprise registering on her face. “Dillon Hornsby? What on earth are you doing out here?”

Dillon took a last drag from his cigarette, before he tossed it onto the street. “Smoking,” he replied simply, watching her as she stood just outside of the pool of light that came from one of the streetlights.

“I can see that.” She looked nervously over her shoulder, certain that Clint would come out any minute. “What I mean is why are you standing out here in front of my house? Did your boss send you over here to watch us or something?”

He was quiet for so long that she became nervous. To stop herself from fidgeting beneath that cool stare of his, she shoved her hands in her back pockets and bit her lip, wondering if she should do something.

Dillon didn’t know where this sudden need to always be near her came from. All he knew was that she looked great standing there in a pale pink sweater that matched the jeans she wore.

“No, Lorenzo didn’t send me over here. Like I said, I was just enjoying a smoke.”

“At,” she looked at her watch, “twelve thirty in the morning?”

He wanted her. He knew that, never once questioned it. He would even go so far as to admit that he wanted her in a way that wasn’t sweet and romantic. No, he wanted her fierce and quickly. He wanted to run his hands over every inch of her, feel her beneath him, her hands clutching his back, her long legs wrapped around him. He wanted to hear her scream his name.

He didn’t answer her question, just smiled and pushed away from the car.

Her breath hitched somewhere in her throat when he stopped a breath from she stood.

He leaned forward, his breath warm on the side of her face.

“Do you want to go for a ride?”