My bully

Part 15

Diane's pov

After you left I went back upstairs to my room, since I didn't have anything to do at the moment I thought it would be a good idea if I orgineze a bit since the bed was a bit messy, I changed the sheets and put some new sheets and after that I wanted to change the covers of the pillows as well, there were only two of them, the one I used and that one you used, when I saw the pillow you slept with I felt strange and a weird thought came throught my mind telling me to... smell it.

I felt like a pervert for a second, I know these kind of things are made by people that have corrupted minds, but I was actually thinking about doing it.

After re-thinking it dozens of times I came up with the conclusion of how bad could it be, to smell the pillow where you slept with, it is ok if nobody sees me, right?

When I grabbed the pillow I sitted on the edge of the bed, grabbing it now with my arms around it and my face touching the soft and cold cloth that covered it, I closed my eyes and after that I took a deep breath, I felt a smell that it wasn't like any perfume, it was a slight smell, a smell that it is had to sense, but once you sense it you cannot stop, you become an addict to it.

The most particular thing of this is that it wasn't any facial or hair product that you use, it felt so natural, I realized that it was your natural smell, every person produces a certain fragance, specially when they don't wash themselvs for a day, I know that some people like the smell of a certain person, and I experienced this for the first time with yours, I simply couldn't stop, I loved it.

I lost the sense of time, I wasn't even thinking anymore, my mind was only focused on smelling that natural perfume of yours, I was laying on the bed with my eyes closed, hugging that pillow tight but gentle at the same time, constantly sniffing trying to sense your smell over and over again until something called by my door, it was my mom, she didn't got in, apparently she just knocked the door but that scared the hell out of me, what if my mom found me this way? What would I tell her? Would I need to tell her that I was smelling that pillow because you slept there and now I was acting like a pervert because of that? But for my fortune that didn't happened.

C-Honey, are you in there?

D-EEEEEEEEEEEEHMMMM..... YES MOM, I'M HERE.

C-Ok listen, we are leaving in 15 minutes, you have an appointment with Miss Chart today, remember?

D-YEAH MOM, I'LL BE READY.

C-Ok, I'll be downstairs when you're ready.

I heard my mom footsteps on the distance telling me that she was going downstairs, this was a relief for me since I didn't have to give her any explanations of my current weird behavior.

As always, I got dressed, went down, went to my psychologist apartment for the appointment and after two hours there I would be back home, it would be a pretty boring routine but I really like to go to Miss Chart's apartment, she listens to me whenever I have a problem, her red hair, french accent make her a beautiful woman like I said before and sometimes I would like to stay a few minutes later to keep talking to her, she is a really good friend, she has the best advices and always helps you when you have any emotional problem.

MC- So Diane, how have you been since the last time we saw?

D-Well, I've been good, I think.

MC-You think?

D-Uhm well... It's been two nice weeks, so yeah, I can say I've been good.