•Obsession Gone Bad• (BxBxB)

Chapter 2

Caius and Freckles. That's all there is in this chapter. Caius.and freckles.

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My hands were trembling as i grasped my covers. I didn't need help, I would've gotten it if I needed it!

I think I would at least, and maybe mom was right, but she could've at least talked with me before, right? But she didn't. I had to go see some random man I didn't know to talk about my feelings, because apparently, I couldn't handle myself.

tears streamed down my face, but a small smile made its way onto my face when Ashi climbed up next to me and laid down.

"Hey, baby girl..." I pulled her towards me and let her snuggle up. I knew my mom was probably working herself up downstairs, but I couldn't even worry right now, she would come talk to me. She always did.

I was right, as always, my mom was knocking on the door only twenty minutes later.

"Honey can I... can I come in?" she asked hesitantly, I could hear the nervousness in her voice, she didn't want to upset me again.

"Sure." my voice was tight, I felt bad, and I knew she wanted to talk, but I knew it was going to be hard for me, and I didn't like hard. The door opened and I smelled cookies.

That's what took her so long, she was baking for me. She set the plate next to me and I grabbed on, tasting it.

Salty. Very salty. It made me smile. This was normal. This was...right. This was how things were supposed to be, no hard feelings, happiness, and salty food meant to be sweet.

"Honey, I didn't mean to upset you, i promise, but I also promise that you'll like the therapist. I want you to go, it would be good for you. I know things have been hard with your father, and I also know that this whole 'I hate everyone' act has to be fake." She reached out and placed her hand on top of mine. I sighed.

"But mom, that's where you're wrong. I don't like people. Generally. Everything about them pisses me off, I mean, they say things like words don't matter, they're loud, and have no care about what their actions might do. They make no sense! Like, every time I try to be around them, I feel different. somehow. " I pet Ashi.

"it's like this. If I'm nice to them, they call me names, they call me soft, but if I'm cruel, they call me a bully, and tell me to kill myself. So yeah, being alone is better for m then trying to conform to the social standards set by teens with nothing to their names." I was fidgeting with my hands and scratching my arm.

My mom's hand stopped me.

"I'm sorry that you experienced that, but...you need to at least try to make friend's!" she tried persuading me.

"And let them treat me like shit? No thanks. Not again. I won't let them stereotype me like one of their lab rats."

Irritation bubbled inside me.

"And I know i don't have a choice whether or not I go to therapy, I know I don't. So, I'll go. I'd rather go then fight against it and lose anyways." I rolled over.

"Alright honey, I'll leave you alone for tonight. Your first session is on Wednesday. Okay?" I didn't answer. My throat failed me. I hated the therapist already. He hasn't even done anything, but I couldn't help it.

I needed someone to blame. My eyes slowly blinked and before I knew it, I was out like a light.

When I awoke, I felt glorious, my bed was comfortable, I was comfortable, and things were good. But now it was Tuesday.

Tomorrow was the day. The day I met this so called Mikael. I got dressed, did up my eyeliner, and headed out, even if it hurt to hear Ashi scream in protest.