Obsession Of A Psychopath ☠︎︎

Chapter 23: 𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑯𝒐𝒎𝒆

Amanda's POV

6months later..........

"Blue, get your butt in here before you're late," I called out, my voice laced with a mix of affection and urgency.

A sleepy figure shuffled into the kitchen, dragging her feet. My little sister, always adorable, despite the disheveled appearance that accompanied her early mornings. I couldn't believe she was already sixteen.

"It's so early. Schools won't start for another two hours," she complained, taking her seat at the table, her eyes still heavy with sleep.

"Well I want to hand in my assignment as early as I can," I reminded her, gently sipping my tea.

As we settled into our morning routine, a quick recap of the past six months played in my mind. It had been six months since I ran away from Hunter, or rather, since he had let me go. When I first arrived back home, it was hard to come to terms with everything. It all felt so surreal. I was constantly on edge, afraid that Hunter would appear out of nowhere and drag me back into that tumultuous world.

I didn't have enough money to go into hiding, nor could I seek help from the police. So, as the months went by with no word from Hunter, I gradually started rebuilding my life, piece by piece. But even after six months had passed, a lingering sense of paranoia remained. I was still cautious, always looking over my shoulder, unable to fully shake off the fear that had taken hold of me.

"I'm so tired. Aren't you?" Blue asked, her innocent question pulling me out of my thoughts.

"No, I'm not," I replied, offering her a warm smile as I placed a cup of tea near her plate.

"What happened to you? Ever since you got back, you seem like a different person. You even started waking up so early," she inquired, her eyes filled with curiosity and concern.

"I sometimes had to wake up early because..." I trailed off, realizing I almost revealed something I wasn't ready to share with Blue just yet.

"Have your breakfast quietly. I'm going to take a bath," I quickly changed the subject, redirecting her attention.

I walked to my bathroom, stripped off my clothes, and stepped into the warm embrace of the shower. The cascading water helped wash away some of the lingering tension and uncertainty that clung to me.

When I returned to the living room, I found Blue comfortably clad in her SpongeBob pajamas.

"You forgot your uniform," I remarked, a hint of amusement in my voice.

"Yeah," she replied nonchalantly, seemingly unperturbed by the oversight.

"Alright, fine. Let's go," I stated, wanting to ensure we weren't late for school.

Together, we left the house and climbed into the cab I had previously arranged.

"I hope one day I'll be allowed to move in with you," Blue suddenly voiced her longing.

"We can make that happen when I get my own place. But for now, I don't think Mom and Dad would allow it. The idea of me living alone is still an ongoing issue," I explained, a tinge of frustration evident in my tone.