psycho 2
In the end, i just talked to both of them a little and gave my advice on which dishes to choose. i walked away, praying i was wrong about Bastian and hoping he could settle peacefully like some of my former patients. Actually, even though many of them were imprisoned again, others were able to return to normal life. Some even had families now – from time to time i received thank-you notes with nice photos and many heartwarming words. It was probably one of the few things that made me keep up my job.
It was over now. i am not going to stay in a place Bastian break into multiple times. Maybe i was not sure before, but the bottle of perfume was an obvious sign. It also meant that when a week ago i woke up and smell a man’s scent on my sheets i am not delirious. Bastian was there. He was laying beside me on my fπ¢king bed.
How did it happen? Why didn’t i see his obsession growing with each day? i am his psychiatrist; i knew him better than anyone. How could he hide his infatuation with me for so long? Of course, i knew he had some feelings for me, but it was never that bad. i thought he would forget about me once he would be released. In the end, now I am not the only woman he saw around
i kept stumbling upon his beefy figure more and more often. i realized Bucky was stalking me when after a month of his release i saw him watching my house from the forest. He was hiding behind the trees and bushes. It was a miracle i managed to see him at all
Well, i am not going to sit here and wait for Bastian to come and get me. i had no idea what was going on in his unstable mind, and I am no ready to take risks. i had already booked a flight to Austria tonight
It was scary, thinking about wandering around a city i had never been, in a foreign country where i had neither relatives nor friends. But Bastian would have a hard time following me there, and that’s what mattered.
i threw a pack of salted cashew in the bag and returned to the bedroom to grab my phone from the chair. It wasn’t there. Although i dropped it just five minutes ago, my phone simply wasn’t there.
Next minute i am in the kitchen grabbing a knife, but a strong muscular arm knocked it out of my hand, and i felt Bastian’s musky scent. He stood behind my back, caging me with his bulky arms. i froze, i knew i better obey the man instead of provoking him to become violent.
Sebastian
And where were you going, honey
*husky voice*
Sebastian
It’s not nice to leave without saying goodbye, is it?
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