All Chapters of His Broken Obsession (The Obsession Series BK 1): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Trigger warning ⚠️: This book has been tagged mature and may contain words of violence, sex, drugs, abuse, mental disorders, eating disorders and other elements that may trigger a person. ********** 14 YEARS AGO, NATA, BOTSWANA "Dineo, please don't do this." Keeya pleaded desperately, "My parents are coming over. How do we explain the marks?" She cried out as Dineo slapped her again. Keeya's body throbbed with pain. She was still sore from the beatings he gave her last night after he had stumbled through the door of their run-down apartment, drunk. Dineo, however, didn't like that. His face contorted into an ugly sneer. "So you think you can order me around?" He yelled, the veins on his neck protruding scarily. Rage overwhelmed him, fuelling his need for violence, which he willingly delivered on his helpless and battered wife. Keeya wailed, and unable to take it anymore, she turned to him with a glare, "You got scammed on your own, so why are you taking it out on me?" She scr

ALORA Head high. Chin up. One steady foot in front of the other. Don't flinch. Don't let them see her again. It's a new you. The perfect Alora. Keep your flawless smile on, and don't let them close to the walls you've struggled to build. These were the words that echoed in my head as I walked into the building of my university. Classes started today, and I was on the verge of a mental breakdown. I had spent more than thirty minutes in my car, trying to decide whether I should drive back home or go inside the building since I had sacrificed so much to be here. I couldn't back down now. Not after telling Tris that I could do it. I resisted the urge to check my outfit again in the mirror I passed on the way to the class. I was wearing a custom-made denim dress with white sneakers and a tote bag. I had styled my locs into a half-up and half-down style, with the curls falling over my face. I finalised my look with a flawless natural makeup that I had spent weeks trying to per

ALORA "If it isn't Alora, the dirty pig," Someone sneered, and I grew rigid. That voice. How could I ever forget? I looked up, my gaze meeting that of Brielle Davis with that familiar, cruel smirk she always wore. The hall grew silent immediately, and people turned their attention to us, eager to see what the sudden remark was about. If I were a lighter shade, my cheeks would have probably burned. Not out of shame, but anger. The annoyance I felt was so sudden that it even surprised me. I had spent weeks imagining what it would be like on the day I had to face Brielle again, but I never imagined that we would be in the same university. What a fucking coincidence. In all my imaginations, I expected to cower before her, but I'm surprised that I didn't feel that way. Instead, I was filled with anger that she thought she could easily bully me the same way she and Mallory did back in high school. I hated that she saw me and walked up to me confidently, thinking she would be a

ALORA As soon as the professor left the class, I retrieved my book and tablet and stuffed them into my bag, ready to disappear. My body wasn't very good at remembering instructions, so I subconsciously let my eyes trail to the back of the glass, where I found myself staring into familiar grey eyes. Kian never stopped looking at me for the entire class. It was so uncomfortable because I could feel his eyes on me, watching my every move, and it made my skin crawl. I had to force myself not to turn the entire time. “Lunch, ladies?” Hani asked, and I shook my head. I had planned to sit in my class during lunch break because I wasn't supposed to eat until dinner. "I'll skip. I'm still full from the breakfast I ate this morning," I declined politely, loving how naturally the lie rolled off my lips. "That's not an excuse. You can munch on a fruit or just sit with us so we can talk about anything or everything," she insisted. "I'm good. I don't need to eat anything, but I can go wi

ALORA I stumbled with ragged breaths into my apartment after spending an absurd amount of time trying to get the keys into the lock because my hands were unstable and my palms sweaty. Everything was so disorienting that I could barely focus on the space before me. It was a miracle that I could drive home without getting into an accident, as my anxiety was through the roof, and I drove like a drunk teenager. I threw my things on the bed, including my phone, not giving a fuck after it bounced on the bed and hit the floor with a loud thud. There would definitely be a crack, but I could always buy a new one, but not a new mind. I raced towards the drawer beside my bed and used the key to open the locked compartment. I picked up the syringe and bottle but froze when I remembered that I had taken a dosage before bed, so I couldn't take another. It would be too risky. I dumped the items back into the drawer and shut it with the key. My legs were shaky because the situation was dire