Page 46 of Obsession

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Page 46 of Obsession

“How are you doing with the meds?”

I heaved a sigh of relief as she dropped the subject and moved on to what I really needed to talk about.

“It’s complicated, I thought I was off the addiction, but no… I still have a desperate craving for drugs,” I whispered, fearing my father had nothing better to do than lurk outside my door and eavesdrop on my phone conversations.

“Oh, God,” she shrieked, “Where did you find any?”

I bit my lip and slapped myself inwardly. And now what?

You know, I forgot to tell you about this abnormally hot guy at school. A dangerous racer saved me from a jerk and a possible fatal crash into the ground. He kidnapped me fromschool and drugged me at his house, then pinned me against a wall. Yeah, like I said… boring life.

“I saw someone smoking at school and talked him into selling me some,” I replied, trying to sound as believable as possible, even though in my mind I kept seeing Harris carrying me across the field.

“Fuck, now we really need to come over and bring you something. Stop smoking shit from strangers. Your dad really had to move you to another state, huh?” she muttered, and I giggled.

Yeah, bring me that arrogant, sexy asshole stain remover.

My conversation with Nicky lasted about two hours. I felt right at home talking to her, and then to the rest of the group, who almost begged me to go back to New York. Adam questioned me like a detective, more so than Nicky, but I managed to avoid the subject of “Harris”. Only because Adam knew me and knew I had no interest in the male species… at least not until I’d found the alpha male who turned my world upside down. Would Adam and Harris get along? They were the alphas of two seemingly similar packs, except Harris’s was bigger and stronger and Adam, despite his looks and capacity for utter anarchy when he was angry, was much gentler than him. They seemed equal, but also different. No, they wouldn’t get along. They would probably pounce on each other like sharks on chum. If Adam came here, I would have to keep them apart, especially since I didn’t know who I would choose. Adam was like a brother to me, and Harris… I was afraid to imagine what Harris could become.

After I hung up, I was numb from sitting for so long. I went downstairs to the kitchen. Knowing that the dose Harris had given me wouldn’t last long and I would soon need another one, I decided to enjoy this extraordinary feeling. I had never feltlike this before, full of energy and yet clear. I had to find out what he had given me.

I was happy and didn’t understand why. I wanted to jump around like a kangaroo, so I had to find something to use up the energy I hadn’t felt in a long time. It seemed to blossom out of the blue, and I had Harris to thank for that. No, not thanking him. I was hooked again, and in a few hours, I was sure to feel sick.

I wasn’t very hungry, but I took a packet of meat out of the freezer and held it under running water while I rubbed my chin and thought about what to cook. My father had left and one day I had to track him down and find out where he always disappeared to. I was stuck inside while he had the opportunity to come and go like a rebellious teenager? No, it couldn’t stay like this.

I opted for roast meat with potatoes and other vegetables, even though I suddenly had a craving for sweets and my father had not bought anything good.

I was chopping the peppers and trying to remember the steps of the recipe when my phone rang again.

Kristen, oh…let the lava flow.

“I’m going to kill you,” I answered the call and slammed the knife down on the cutting board.

“Kill me? Good luck with that without the head I’m going to rip off when I get my hands on you. Do you have any idea how worried we were? I thought that nut case cremated you. Where have you been, woman, and why aren’t you answering your damn phone?”

Okay, her outburst was bigger than mine, and I blinked rapidly, confused by the wave of questions.

“Calm down, he didn’t do anything to me, he… helped me, actually.”

“He helped you? How did he help you? Katherine, are you sure he didn’t do anything else? I know Stone…”

I took out the knife and stabbed the board again. What did she mean by something else? What was I? A puppet? What angered me even more was that I knew she was right. I had been a puppet in his hands, and he had maneuvered me as he saw fit, even when I was resisting him.

While I prepared dinner, I continued to discuss the same topic with Kristen, then with Candice and Chris, who both shared the same opinion: Stone, aka the demon, had possessed me. Zac wasn’t there, and I was glad about that since I had escaped his questioning, but then I remembered his implication in the parking lot. Harris’ angry look at my friend was still fresh in my mind and sent a shiver down my spine.

After everything was in the oven, I cleaned up the mess, but my mind was still set on something sweet. The thought of chocolate made my mouth water.

I searched through every drawer and cupboard in the house, hoping my father had a stash for the apocalypse. I found nothing but a few sesame and honey bars, which were nowhere near what I wanted. I thought about it as I paced around the kitchen and called my dad, hoping he’d be back soon and could stop by a grocery store first.

His phone was switched off.

I was immediately furious. He called me an irresponsible teenager, but what kind of parent was he to turn his phone off when he left the house? He had also taken the car, of course.

I left him a note informing him of my plans and ran upstairs to change. After a quick shower, I threw on a pair of jeans and an oversized hoodie with a very large hood. It was thick enough that I did not need a jacket over it, even though the clouds were getting thicker and darker by the second. I hoped the storm would wait until I was back home.

I called a cab and waited impatiently outside the house, then asked the driver to take me to the nearest store in the neighborhood. It didn’t have to be the most crowded, sweets were sold everywhere, but the good driver left me in front of a huge supermarket that looked more like a produce market. At the top of the building was a huge logo emblazoned with the words “Ballard Market”. Not exactly what I had in mind, since I would have found what I was looking for at a gas station.

I sighed and stared up at the sky, which urged me to get going on my shopping so I could leave before the storm broke. I put my hands in my pockets and went through the big doors.