His Psychotic Obsession

Chapter two

Elara

My eyes tiredly open as my alarm blares in my quiet room. I scrunch my face when the sunlight from my window beams onto my bed. I groan and stretched, reaching for my phone and shutting the alarm off. It's nearing 1 pm, but to be honest, even if the sky suddenly started shitting asteroids on us, I'd still take my good old time getting out of bed.

If you couldn't tell already, I value sleep a lot.

I sigh and sit up, looking down at my shirt that somehow manages to drift down haft my body..like..my arms weren't even in the sleeves. I shrug and pull it back up. I'm not gonna question what my sleeping self does in her sleep. That's all her business.

Standing up, stretching my arms over my head, I grab my phone and make my way to my closet, and then to my bathroom where I proceed to take a shower, do my hair and makeup, and then put my clothes on.

Looking at myself in the mirror, with my flared jeans and low-cut shirt on, the events of last night randomly come crashing back to me.

I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts of striking blue eyes.

I mean for fucks sake, the man was trying to kill me. I shouldn't be fanning over his damn eyes!

I roll my eyes and grab my phone off the counter, slipping it into my back pocket.

I walk out of my room and into the welcoming living room and kitchen of my apartment. Now don't get me wrong, being a surgeon does pay a lot. But I'm also one person. I don't need a big house filled with space I'll never use.

And it's not like I need extra space to have friends over. I find I don't have many of those nowadays.

Pathetic. I know.

But I'm honestly fine living on my own and not having much contact with people. It's better that way. I don't need to suck other people into my problems and boring ass personality.

Once upon a time, I did have a best friend. But she left me as everyone else did. Told me that I was a to "complicated of a person" to be around and that she felt like she was always having to deal with my tears.

I don't care. Past Elara did, but I wiped my tears and saw my worth as an individual, said fuck her, got on with my life, and continued my studies to save lives.

I'm happy. Mostly.

Yeah, it gets a little depressing here and there, but I'm a big girl, I can handle a few emotions.

Always, enough with the sob story.

I pull my phone out of my pocket and check the time.

2:09 pm

I hum in approval. I'm making great time for starting my day.

I don't have to work today, which fills my chest with relief, but I know that at any point in time I could be called in on a call. Which by the way, I don't at all mind! like I told you before, I love saving lives. And I will at any given moment.

I hum to myself as I open up my fridge, pulling out the leftover sub from two nights before.

I take it out of the tin foil, and place it on a plate, popping it in the microwave.

I lean back and take my phone out once more, checking my social media.

My eyebrows furrow at a text from an unknown number that was sent at 5:30 am this morning.

I open the message and read it, fear settling into my chest.

Unknown: You looked quite beautiful last night Elara. Shame you had to leave so early, I would've loved to get to know you.

"No. No. No." I whisper to myself.

It can't be him..can it? He only saw my face. How could he have possibly gotten my name and number-

Wait.

My license plate. Fuck I'm such a dumbass.

Fear is quickly replaced with anger. This fucker was messing with me.

My fingers fly across my phone, writing out a message to him.

Elara: I don't know who you are, but stay the hell away from me. If you come near me I will empty that pretty little gun you had into your brain.

Without a second thought, I hit send and slam my phone on the counter right when the microwave goes off.

I didn't realize I'm breathing heavily, and closed my eyes, sucking in a breath through my nose, trying to calm down my anger.

I may have a tad bit of anger issues. You can thank my dad for that.

I shake my head and open the microwave, grabbing the plate and setting it down in front of the chair on the other side of the island.

I walk around and sit down, picking up my sub and taking a bite.

My phone dings.

I freeze and glance up at my phone laying face down. Curiosity gets the best of me, and I reach over snatching my phone into my hand.

Unknown: Funny. You were the one running away from this pretty little gun Elara.

My nose flares as I unlock my phone, right when an incoming call comes in.

I drop my phone on the counter, jumping out of my seat like it was a bomb.

I slowly inch forward.

"Unknown is calling"

Another ding from my phone.

Unknown: answer it, Amore.

I slowly inch forward and grab my phone, accepting the call.

I press the phone against my ear.

"Hello, Elara." A deep voice comes from the other end.

"Who are you? what do you want?" I snap. A deep chuckle from him sends shivers down me from head to toe.

"You saw me last night no? I'd assume you'd recognize me." His voice holds smug in it.

"Sorry to deflate your ego. But no. All I saw was a murderer." I bite back.

"So much fire. I'm not going to hurt you amore." He whispers the last part.

Call me crazy. But for a second I can hear honesty behind his voice.

"Choke on that gun of yours." And with that, I hung up.

There was without a doubt that he would come after me now. Probably even gut me inside out. I mean, no girl can just say that to a murderer and get away with it.

I sigh as a troubling realization sinks in. You couldn't have just kept your mouth shut huh Elara?

shut up.

I groan and put my head in my hands, breathing in deeply.

My pager goes off that makes my body literally take a screenshot.

I rush over to it and groan again.

Duty calls.

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A/N- Honestly don't know if the plot I'm planning is at all good. But I'm trying . Also look forward to Rowans POV. It'll come up here in a few more chapters 😘.