A little heads up before you indulge in reading this story. If you have read my first story, you'll know what I write deals with extremely dark descriptions and stories and 'Obsession' is going to be much darker than my last one.
I URGE YOU TO READ...
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I was sitting across from Isacc, my eyes fixed on him as I chewed on every bite of the Kathrina's special pancake... God bless that dear woman, her recipes are simply relishing.
Anxiously, bouncing my leg, I waited for the perfect moment to break the news. He was swiping through his tablet, seemingly absorbed in his own world... he definitely was looking through the stocks he was going to invest in next.
As if he had felt my eyes boring onto him.
"Everlee. Do you want to say something?" He questioned and casually raised his coffee mug to take a sip.
I blinked at him on being caught off guard and steadied my bouncing leg. On given the passage, that's when I blurted out.
"I'm moving out."
Issac froze for a moment, the mug hovering just inches away from his lips. He carefully set his coffee aside on the breakfast table without taking a single sip and fixed me in place with his gaze, which he rarely does, to let me know that I have made a mistake worth grounding me.
It makes me feel uneasy when he does that.
"No, you're not." He stated matter-of-factly.
And also, I hated it when he did that, dismissing my decisions with such finality as if he is talking to one of his business associates and not his sweet god daughter.
"I am," I insisted, my voice trembling slightly. "I've been accepted into Saint Claire University and I've enrolled in their business and art program."
Isaac's poker face cracked just a little, shedding his emotion.
"Congratulations. I'm proud of you." He said in a genuine tone.
"I'm very happy for you. But I don't want you living so far away from me."
I could clearly see just how much he meant that. Isaac is my god father and had also been my late father's best friend and business partner. After my parents passed, he took me in and showered me with love and care and everything just like a father would, never letting me have the depressing thought of not having a father or family.
Though that thought filtered in sometimes, Isaac, being as perceptive as he is, has always been there to drive it away.
Now, I barely remember my parents. If it had not been for the photos Isaac had of them, I guess I wouldn't even remember how they looked.
Our home burned down with every little thing we had, the remaining were just ashes. Isaac had my house renovated ten years back but I've never visited it even once, it's just too much for me and I've not yet found the strength for that.
Their memories faded but I had held onto the way they made me feel, all warm, protected and lovable.
I just know they loved me with all their heart and would have been immensely proud of me, having completed high school and on the verge of entering my dream college, just as Isacc is.
