Deadly obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Sophia's povI woke to the sound of my mom's voice as she stood over me; a mischievous smile on her face. The morning sun streaming through the window made lines around her eyes deeper than I had remembered, making her look older. "Good morning,sleepy head, time to get up. We have a big day ahead of us," she said, sounding bright yet a little nervous.I rubbed my eyes to get the sleep off. The bed creaked as I sat up, and I winced. Mornings sucked. "What's going on?" I mumbled, my voice all husky from sleeping.Mom was already at my closet. "We're going shopping, and then your father is coming over for lunch," she said, her voice muffled since she was going through my clothes.I threw off my covers and swung my legs over the side, my feet swinging in the air. "Ugh, do I have to?" I complained, running a hand through my tangled hair. "And why are we still pretending like everything is okay with Dad? Aren't you divorcing him?"My mom’s smile faltered for a second; a look of sadness in h

Sophia's POVI stormed into my room, slamming the door behind me. What had just happened? Mom slaps me, and now she just sends me away? Really? The anger welled up inside me, and then it seemed like something broke inside me. I began breaking everything in sight. I smashed my vase, ripped my posters, and kicked my bed. I screamed and cried, but I did not care."How could she do this to me?" I yelled at the top of my voice. "How could she just slap me and not even apologize?"My room was a mess, and I didn't even bother cleaning it up. I didn't care. It seemed as if my whole world had come crumbling, and I didn't know what to do.Just as I was about to break something else, I remembered I was supposed to meet up with Emily at the club downtown. So quickly, I wiped my tears and began freshening up: applied some makeup to cover up the redness of my face. I put some music on and started dancing just to get my mind off things.I was working my way out the house and heard my mom's vo

Sophia's pov.I woke up to a pounding headache, my mouth dry, and my body feeling like it was put through wringer. I groggily opened my eyes, finding myself in my bed, but no clue came of how it got there. I sat up in one swift movement, but a wave of dizziness washed over me, forcing me to lie down again. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart. What happened last night? Who brought me home? Why is my room so organized, I left it a mess.Slowly, I got out of bed, my head spinning, and crawled to the door. Pulling myself up, I staggered into the hall in bare feet, my clothes all rumpled. Heading for the stairs, instead of going down, I went rolling down-my body weak and unable to support itself.Until, after finally reaching the bottom, there was a voice dripping with sarcasm: "Rolling, is that the new walking?"I saw Mom, holding her coffee cup with a raise of one eyebrow. I shrugged and said nothing at all, just gave my 'shame in my eye

Sophia's POVI watched as the sun dipped below the vast, sprawling mansion. The luxury that Alexander had would almost be incomprehensible.The garden was full of life , and some long trees, blooming flowers-almost too perfect to be real. I kept rubbing my temples trying to avoid the bitter resentment rising in my chest. There came a soft knock which the maid opened the door. "Miss Sophia, dinner is served."“Thank you.” I said with a smile, as the maid locked the door gently behind her.I picked a simple but comfy evening wear-neither too gaudy nor too plain to feel out of place in this opulent house. I walked down the grand staircase after a few minutes of preparation. When I entered the dining-room, I practically froze at the sight before me. There they were - Mom and Alexander - sitting side by side at the long table, so close that their shoulders touched, my mother had her hand resting on his, her eyes twinkling as she softly laughed at something he said. The way they gazed a

Sophia’s POV.My body was still racked with the after-haze of last night and could barely remember how I came into my room. But more than anything, I knew my head was throbbing, pounding against itself so much so that it might just kick excruciating pain to the deepest corner of my brain, where I would mentally note every regretful decision since picking up the phone and calling Jack.I lifted my hand to my forehead as if it would lessen the ache. Then my eyes wandered, and my heart almost leapt from its place into my mouth at the realization that I was not alone. Alexander, my step father.He sat there and stared at me with eyes of a predator and its prey, his body reclined lazily in the chair beside the bed.Gasping, I threw the bedsheet over my head as if any part of it would somehow take away the reality of his presence in my room. "What...what are you doing here?" My voice came out panicked, breathless, altogether unsure of what I wanted from him. Attention? Or did I wan