Obsessed 2

Chapter 8

Morning brought little relief. Sharon awoke to the gray light of dawn filtering through the curtains, her body heavy with exhaustion. She lay in bed for a moment, disoriented and drained, before the events of the previous night came rushing back. The phone call, the ominous whisper—it all felt too surreal, yet the fear was very real.
When she finally emerged from the bedroom, she found Derek in the kitchen, nursing a cup of coffee. He looked as tired as she felt, his eyes shadowed with worry. The tension in the air was thick, a silent acknowledgment of the dark cloud hanging over them.
"Morning," Derek said, his voice rough from lack of sleep. "How are you feeling?"
"Like I've been hit by a truck," Sharon admitted, pulling out a chair to sit across from him. "I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her."
Derek nodded, understanding. "I've been thinking all night about what we should do. We need to go to the police, but we also need to be careful. If Lisa's alive and playing games, she could be dangerous."
Sharon shivered, the reality of the situation settling in. "I know. But why now? Why come back after all these years?"
"That's what we need to find out," Derek said, his tone firm. "But first, we need to make sure you're safe. We'll go to the police station and file a report. Maybe they can put some surveillance on your house, keep an eye out for anything suspicious."
Sharon nodded, though the thought of involving the police made her uneasy. She knew it was the right thing to do, but it felt like opening old wounds, dragging the past into the present in a way that could make everything worse.
But what choice did she have? Lisa was out there, somewhere, and Sharon couldn't live in fear forever.
They finished their coffee in silence, the weight of the day ahead pressing down on them. When they were ready, Derek drove them to the police station. The morning sun was bright, but it did little to chase away the dark thoughts swirling in Sharon's mind.
The station was busy when they arrived, officers and civilians alike going about their business. Derek led the way to the front desk, where a stern-looking officer greeted them with a nod.
"How can I help you?" the officer asked, her tone professional.
"We need to report a possible threat," Derek said, his voice steady. "It's a long story, but we believe a woman who was supposed to be dead is alive and may be targeting us."
The officer raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Why don't you both come with me to a private room, and we'll take down your statement."
They followed the officer to a small, windowless room at the back of the station. It was plain and functional, with a table, a few chairs, and a recorder. Sharon felt a sense of déjà vu as she sat down, memories of the last time she had been in a similar room flooding back. It had been after the attack, when she had recounted every terrifying detail of Lisa's obsession with Derek.
She glanced at Derek, who gave her an encouraging nod. Together, they would get through this.
The officer started the recording and asked Sharon to explain everything from the beginning. Sharon took a deep breath and began recounting the events of the last few days—seeing Lisa at the grocery store, the voicemail, the phone call. As she spoke, she noticed the officer's expression shifting from skepticism to concern.
When Sharon finished, the officer paused the recording and leaned forward, her gaze serious. "This is a lot to take in. You're sure it was her? Lisa Sheridan?"
Sharon nodded, her voice unwavering. "I'm positive. I know what I saw. The officer's eyes narrowed as she processed Sharon's words. "Lisa Sheridan. The same woman who attacked you nearly seventeen years ago, correct?"
"Yes," Sharon confirmed, her voice steady but laced with the anxiety that had plagued her for days. "She was obsessed with my ex-husband, Derek. She broke into our home, tried to kill me—she nearly succeeded. And now, after all these years, she's back. I don't know how it's possible, but I'm not imagining this."
The officer glanced at Derek, who nodded in support. "Everything Sharon said is true. We both thought Lisa was dead, but if she's alive, we need to find her before she does something dangerous."
The officer leaned back in her chair, her expression thoughtful. "We'll need to pull the records from the original case, but I'll file this as a potential threat. In the meantime, we'll have an officer patrol your neighborhood regularly. If you see or hear anything suspicious, call us immediately. And, of course, we'll start by investigating the phone numbers from which those calls and messages came. Maybe we can trace them back to their source."
Sharon nodded, grateful for the proactive response but still deeply uneasy. The idea that Lisa could be so close, watching her every move, was almost too much to bear. And yet, as she sat in that sterile room, the reality of the situation became even more undeniable.
"Is there anything else we should know?" the officer asked, her tone gentler now. "Anything that might help us understand why she'd come back after so long?"
Sharon hesitated, her thoughts drifting to
Y/N and the strange coincidence of their meeting. She hadn't yet told Derek about
Y/N's ex, Samantha, and the unsettling possibility that Samantha and Lisa might be connected. It felt too far-fetched, but in the light of everything that had happened, Sharon was starting to wonder if there was more to the story.
"There is one thing," Sharon said slowly, choosing her words carefully. "I've recently started dating someone. She mentioned that her ex-girlfriend—someone named Samantha—became obsessed with her in a similar way that Lisa was with Derek. I didn't think much of it at the time, but now... I can't help but wonder if there's a connection. Maybe this Samantha is Lisa, or someone connected to her."
The officer's eyebrows shot up. "That's a significant detail, Sharon. If this Samantha and Lisa are the same person, it could mean she's been using different identities all along. We'll need to investigate this angle as well."
Derek frowned, clearly unsettled by the news. "Why didn't you tell me about this sooner?"
"I didn't want to worry you," Sharon admitted, guilt gnawing at her. "I didn't think it was relevant at first. But now... I don't know. It just feels like too much of a coincidence."
Derek's expression softened, and he reached across the table to take her hand. "We'll figure this out, Sharon. The important thing is that we're doing something about it now."
The officer nodded in agreement. "You did the right thing by coming here. We'll do everything we can to find out who this woman really is and what she wants. In the meantime, stay vigilant. Don't take any risks."