Off-limits but prescribed

Chapter 1:

Off limits but prescribed- Chapter 1:

Agoraphobia. The fear of going places that you feel aren't safe. In my extreme case, the only place I deemed safe is my home.

I haven't always been like this; it was more of a recent occurrence. My brother had it the worst though, he wasn't afraid of going outside. Actually, I don't think Dash was afraid of anything.

But, one thing dash did have down pact was worrying. He couldn't help but worry, he tried to come over as often as he could, he always played it off as if he just wanted to see me but I knew he was worried about me.

Sorry. I have yet to introduce myself. I'm Davyna, but my friends call me Davy. I'm 24 years old, I have red hair and I stand with no help to about 5' 6' in height. With bright blue eyes and a smile that could light a guy on fire. I would call myself dazzling with moves you have never seen before.

I used to date a lot. Now, I just talk and chat with people on my phone and if they're lucky, they get to see the inside of my bedroom, if you know what I mean.

But besides that, today was the day I had someone moving in.

For how long, I had no clue.

My brother is a doctor and his friend is also some kind of doctor, trained in helping people overcome their fears.

Who knew that was a thing? Yeah, me neither.

So, today he was moving in here and his job was to help me overcome my fear of the outside world.

I knew few things about him, his name was Kaden, but he liked to be called Kade. He's a specialist doctor that travels for work and he's been my brother's best friend since med school.

My brother has been worried about me ever since I graduated from college and got a business degree. He likes to say you can only run a business into the ground when you never leave the house.

But, i like to say, that when a boss isn't around it seems to leave the workers more relaxed and are more capable of getting things done.

Some of you may be wondering what I do. I run my fathers company. His disinterest in the medical field was made perfectly clear when his only son decided to go to medical school rather than run the family software engineering company.

My brother may have been smart enough to pass calculus in high school but he wasn't the businessman type and he couldn't code to save his life.

On the other hand, there was me. I was completely capable of scheduling meetings with my coworkers and designing the latest software on my computer.

Furthermore, in the matter of showing that Dash and I excel in very different areas, I would like to say that I can not hold a scalpel and know what to do with it, without throwing up at the sight of blood.

My coworkers all respected me even though nepotism may have been the case of how I surpassed some of them even though I had never worked a day at that company beforehand. But, I would say I have definitely shown my worth since.

Sure maybe this wasn't ideal. But what else was I supposed to do?

I was completely aware of my surroundings and comfortable in these walls, but outside of them I was a complete wreck.

Thankfully, I was able to graduate from just doing the online classes instead of going out and participating in the on-campus lectures.

Getting a business degree seemed to be what a lot of people were doing these days as my classes were always completely booked and loud. I still had to attend the lectures but it was via online video chat with 100+ students in tow.

Right now I was sitting in my room, writing in this journal my father had gifted to me this past birthday.

This was my first time writing in it even though my birthday had been months ago.

I have to admit though, he was right.

It is pretty soothing.

My father worried about me too. He always came to check up on me and even more since my mother passed last year. He seemed lonely now that the love of his love was no longer in his eyesight.

I started running the company straight after graduating and my dad stepped down to let me take over the reins. He didn't seem to mind though, he was happy to get to spend more time with mom. But six months later she was gone and it had taken us all by shock.

It hit my dad the worst. We were all grieving but not like him, he had just seemed so lost and I had wished I could help him somehow and that was the last time I had stepped foot out of this house.

To go to my mother's funeral. It was a wonderful service, there were flowers of all sorts and the words people said about her both wrecked me but also made me feel connected to her in some way.

My brother however, he didn't show up to the funeral. I know what you must be thinking, how could he not show up to his own mother's funeral, right?

But it was not without effort.

In further detail, it went like this. He was in the car with me and we were on the way when we were stopped by a huge car accident. Some many cars were involved and he had no other option than to help them.

I know my mother, and she wouldn't have been upset at all with him for not showing up. She would have been proud.

But on the other hand, my father was the polar opposite. He has not spoken to dash in the past year. The first anniversary had come and gone and dinner passed by without either of them speaking.

I had been hoping that it would somehow bring them together but I knew somewhere that they were too much alike to step up and be the bigger person.

Even on that day. Tht horribly fated day. They were both way too headstrong and stubborn to do so.

My mother would have settled this riff between them by now was all i could think when i had them come over to my house for dinner that night.

It had been 382 days since my mother had died.

And...

It had been 376 days since her funeral and since I last left this house.