Obsession is a relatively mature story that will be updated in my free time!

The characters are my own, the storyline is my own and any copies will be reported!

The chapters pov will be written at the top (Example: "ethan" or "delilah") and that is the character that is telling the story during that chapter.

Enjoy!

Ethan

I'd never been a fan of therapy, it seemed like a waste of time and money. Unfortunately, when you leave home and get the 'runaway' label, you have to go for at least six weeks. My mother made this rule, i wasn't allowed to do anything unless i attended therapy that week which is stupid. "I think you're insane,'' I told her.

"And I think you're sick Ethan," She fired back. She had that same look on her face, disappointment. I had failed her as a child according to her and her group of christian shit eating friends. I have no problem with religion, believe what you want I don't care, but when you use it to determine how good of a person you are you might as well drive your minivan straight into the church. "You need to get ready, I'll drop you off" she said as she rummaged through her purse for something. She was probably looking for that stupid business card the lady at the hospital had given her.
I was an adult, nineteen to be exact, i didn't need my mother to drive me around. I had a license and a car but she took it all from me like I'm some sixteen year old delinquent. I shouldn't have even been detained for this, but somehow she convinced the police that I had all kinds of mental issues and that I needed help. What kind of mother does that? I couldn't finish my thoughts as she banged on my door. "I'm coming!" I groaned. She probably thought I was locking myself away again, and I can't blame her for that. I'd put her through a lot but all I asked for was freedom. I've run away a few times before but i always went back, though, this time i didn't plan on coming back.
"We're gonna be late ethan!" I heard her yell from the kitchen. I zipped up the oversized sweatshirt I always wore and threw on some beat up vans. It's just therapy, I don't need to look all put together. I dragged myself down the stairs and to the car, not even bothering to look at my mom. When she got in the car she sighed, here it comes. "You know i love you ethan" she spoke as i rolled my eyes. "I'm serious," she sighs again. "I want to help you, i know that you uhm.." she pauses and i finally look at her. "That you've struggled" she says finally.
I scoff. "You sure as hell didn't help me" I say as I look out the window. "You sent me away, how was that gonna help me?" I ask. She looked away, I knew she didn't have an answer. She didn't even have one, she always told me that it was for the best but I know it's because she didn't want to deal with it herself.
"Im sorry, ethan" she mumbles as she starts the car.
"Your words hold no weight anymore, mom" I tell her as I look back out the window. It was true, the promises and apologies mean nothing anymore. She could apologize till she ran out of breath but that would change nothing. The rest of the car ride was full of awkward silence that neither of us decided to fill. There was nothing else to say anyways, that conversation would turn into an argument. When we pulled into the parking lot I threw my hood over my head and got out of the car. I didn't bother saying goodbye, I settled for waving as I walked into the building. The place looked fancy, a set of stairs to the left and two elevators to the right. The chairs in the waiting area were gray and decorated with floral pillows and the desk had a marble top.
"May I help you?" the woman at the desk finally spoke. Suddenly my hands were sweaty and my sweater felt too warm. I walked over, shoving my hands into my pockets.
"Yeah, appointment for Ethan" I said as I looked at the name tag on her beige sweater. 'Delilah' it read. Sweet name for someone who probably got everything handed to her in her childhood. I looked away before I could come up with any other shitty thoughts about the girl. I didn't even know her, but I already didn't like her.
"Dr. Amsworth should be with you soon" she gave me a smile that made me want to rip my own hair out. How can someone be so happy being surrounded with people who clearly had issues? I don't know much about therapy building or the people in them but I wouldn't want to work here. I nodded and walked to the chair furthest away from the desk. My leg bounced as I sat, looking at the clock waiting for this to be over.