Obsessed 2

Chapter 3

The weeks rolled by, and Sharon's life began to settle into a new rhythm. She and Y/N had fallen into a comfortable routine, seeing each other regularly, with each date only deepening the bond between them. Kyle had even met Y/N a couple of times, and while he was protective of his mother, he seemed to like her. Sharon couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that things were going so smoothly. For once, her life felt stable, content, and even hopeful.
Derek, on the other hand, was adjusting to his own new reality. His wife, Jenna, was due to give birth any day now, and the anticipation of welcoming their daughter filled him with a mix of excitement and anxiety. Despite their complicated history, Derek and Sharon had maintained a cordial relationship for Kyle's sake. They had come to an understanding over the years, learning how to co-parent effectively while keeping their personal lives separate.
It was on a Saturday morning, during one of Kyle's football games, that Sharon and Derek found themselves sitting together in the bleachers, watching their son dominate on the field. The crowd cheered as Kyle made a spectacular play, and Sharon couldn't help but beam with pride.
"He's really something, isn't he?" Derek said, leaning closer so Sharon could hear him over the noise.
"He sure is," Sharon replied, her smile widening. "He's worked so hard for this."
Derek nodded, his eyes never leaving Kyle. "I'm glad he's got a good head on his shoulders. That's all you, you know."
Sharon glanced at Derek, surprised by the compliment. "We both did our part."
He turned to her, a softer expression on his face. "Yeah, but you've been there every day. You've done an amazing job with him, Sharon. I mean that."
Sharon felt a warmth in her chest, grateful for his words. Despite everything they had been through, it was moments like this that reminded her of the good that still remained between them.
As the game continued, Sharon's phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out and saw a text from Y/N.
Y/N: "Morning! How's Kyle's game going? I was thinking of stopping by the store later. Do you need anything?"
Sharon smiled and quickly typed out a response.
Sharon: "It's going great! He's playing like a champ. And I could use some milk if you don't mind picking it up."
She slipped her phone back into her pocket, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. Things were finally falling into place.
The game ended with Kyle's team winning by a wide margin, and Sharon and Derek made their way down to the field to congratulate him. Kyle was all smiles, sweat dripping from his forehead, but his eyes were bright with excitement.
"You killed it out there!" Derek said, clapping his son on the back.
"Thanks, Dad. Thanks, Mom," Kyle said, pulling Sharon into a quick hug.
As they walked back to the car, Kyle went ahead, talking animatedly with some of his teammates. Sharon and Derek lagged behind, enjoying the rare moment of camaraderie.
"You know," Derek began, "I've been thinking about inviting you and Kyle over for dinner after the baby's born. Jenna would like that, and I think it'd be good for Kyle to see us all getting along."
Sharon hesitated for a moment before nodding. "That sounds nice. I think Kyle would appreciate it."
Derek smiled, looking relieved. "Great. I'll let you know when we've got a date."
They parted ways in the parking lot, Sharon watching as Derek drove off. She felt a strange mix of emotions—happiness for Kyle, gratitude for Derek's kindness, and a lingering unease that she couldn't quite place.
Later that afternoon, Sharon decided to run a few errands. She made a quick stop at the grocery store to pick up a few things for dinner, her thoughts still replaying the events of the morning. As she walked down the dairy aisle, her mind drifted to Y/N, thinking about their plans for the weekend.
But as she reached for a carton of eggs, something caught her eye—a familiar face reflected in the glass door of the refrigerator case. Sharon's hand froze mid-air, her heart suddenly pounding in her chest. She turned slowly, her eyes searching for the source of the reflection, and then she saw her.
Lisa.
Sharon's breath caught in her throat. It couldn't be. Lisa was dead—she had to be. But there she was, standing just a few feet away, casually browsing the shelves as if she hadn't been the woman who tried to destroy Sharon's life nearly seventeen years ago.
For a moment, Sharon was paralyzed, her mind struggling to process what she was seeing. This had to be some kind of mistake. Maybe it was someone who just looked like Lisa, someone who bore an uncanny resemblance. But as Sharon stared, the woman turned her head, locking eyes with her.
The world seemed to spin as Sharon was suddenly transported back to that terrifying night, the memory of Lisa's wild eyes, her vicious words, the cold fear that had gripped Sharon as she fought for her life.
The woman smiled—a small, knowing smile that sent a chill down Sharon's spine. It was her. There was no mistaking it.
Sharon stumbled backward, nearly dropping the eggs she was holding. Her heart raced, the fear she thought she'd buried resurfacing with a vengeance. Without thinking, she turned and hurried down the aisle, desperate to get away, to escape this living nightmare. She needed to get out of the store, to find some air, to think.
As she rushed past the checkout counters, she glanced back over her shoulder, but Lisa—or whoever that woman was—was gone. The aisle was empty, as if she had vanished into thin air. Sharon's mind was reeling, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. She barely registered the cashier's concerned expression as she fumbled to pay for her items, her hands trembling uncontrollably.
Once outside, Sharon leaned against her car, struggling to calm herself. She tried to rationalize what she had just seen, but nothing made sense. Lisa was dead. Derek had told her that Lisa had died shortly after their confrontation. There was no way she could be alive, no way she could be here.
But the memory of those eyes, that smile, was too real to dismiss. Sharon could feel the panic rising, the terror of the past threatening to consume her once more. She needed to talk to someone, to figure out what was happening, but who would believe her?
Her phone buzzed in her pocket, startling her. She pulled it out with trembling hands and saw another text from Y/N.
Y/N: "I'm at the store now. Do you need anything else?"
Sharon stared at the message, her mind racing. She could barely process the words. The store. Y/N was at the store—the same store where she had just seen Lisa.
Without thinking, Sharon called Y/N. The phone rang twice before Y/N picked up, her voice cheerful.
"Hey! I'm just in the frozen section. Where are you?"
"Y/N, I need you to leave the store," Sharon said, her voice shaky. "Right now."
"What? Sharon, what's wrong?"
"There's someone there... someone dangerous. Just get out of there, please. I'll explain later."
There was a pause on the other end of the line, and then Y/N's tone became serious. "Okay, I'm leaving. Where are you?"
"I'm in the parking lot," Sharon said, her eyes darting around as if expecting Lisa to appear at any moment.
"Stay there. I'm coming to you," Y/N replied, her voice firm.
Sharon ended the call, her heart still racing. She kept her eyes on the entrance of the store, waiting for Y/N to appear. A few minutes later, she saw Y/N walking briskly toward her, a concerned look on her face.
As soon as Y/N reached her, she pulled Sharon into a tight embrace, holding her close as Sharon trembled in her arms. "What happened? Talk to me."
Sharon took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to steady herself. "I saw her, Y/N. I saw Lisa."
Y/N stiffened slightly but kept her arms around Sharon. "Lisa? The woman from your past? Are you sure?"
"I'm sure. I know it sounds crazy, but it was her. She was there, in the store, just standing there like nothing happened."
Y/N pulled back, looking into Sharon's eyes with a mixture of concern and something else—something Sharon couldn't quite place. "We need to get you home. Let's talk there, okay?"
Sharon nodded, too shaken to argue. Y/N helped her into the car and got into the driver's seat, taking the wheel with a determined expression. As they drove away from the store, Sharon couldn't help but glance in the rearview mirror, half-expecting to see Lisa following them.
But there was nothing. Just the quiet hum of the engine and the growing dread that whatever peace Sharon had found was about to be shattered once more.