Obsessed 2

Chapter 6

Sharon spent the rest of the evening replaying the events of the day in her mind, trying to make sense of everything. After Derek dropped her off, she sat in her living room, staring at the DVD they had gotten from the grocery store. She knew she should watch it again, comb through the footage for any sign of Lisa, but the thought of seeing that empty aisle—of questioning her own sanity—was too much to bear.
Instead, she poured herself a glass of wine and tried to distract herself with a book, but her eyes kept drifting to the phone on the coffee table, waiting for it to buzz with another message from Lisa. She felt like she was being watched, as if Lisa could see her every move, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Y/N called her around 8 PM, checking in like she promised. Sharon was grateful for the distraction and for the comforting sound of Y/N's voice. They talked about nothing in particular—Y/N's day at work, Sharon's plans for the weekend—but underneath the small talk was an undercurrent of tension, a mutual understanding that something much bigger was looming over them.
"Are you okay?" Y/N finally asked, her voice soft.
Sharon hesitated before answering. "I don't know. I want to believe that I imagined it, that my mind is just playing tricks on me, but... I can't shake the feeling that she's really back."
Y/N was silent for a moment. "Whatever happens, I'm here for you. We'll face it together."
The sincerity in Y/N's voice was like a balm to Sharon's frayed nerves. "Thank you. That means more than you know."
After hanging up, Sharon felt a little better, but the unease still lingered. She decided to take a shower, hoping the hot water would help relax her. As the steam filled the bathroom, she closed her eyes and tried to focus on the sensation of the water on her skin, letting it wash away the day's fears.
But as she stood there, another memory from the past began to surface—one she had tried to bury along with everything else from that terrible time. It was from the night when Lisa had attacked her, the night when everything had come to a head.
She had been in the shower then, too, unaware that Lisa had broken into her house. Sharon remembered the terror she had felt when she stepped out of the bathroom and saw Lisa standing there, holding a broken mirror shard, her eyes wild with obsession.
The memory was so vivid, so real, that Sharon could almost feel the cold tile of the bathroom floor beneath her feet, could almost hear Lisa's voice taunting her. "You thought you could steal him from me, but he'll always be mine. You'll see. He'll come back to me."
Sharon's eyes snapped open, her heart pounding. She was back in the present, in her own bathroom, safe—but the memory lingered, as if it had just happened. She quickly turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around herself as she tried to steady her breathing.
She couldn't let the past control her, couldn't let Lisa win. But it was becoming harder and harder to separate the past from the present.