Once, my paranoid love

Without hesitation, I requested a pen and a piece of paper, my intentions clear. With the requested items in hand, I scribbled my mother’s phone number onto the paper and handed it to them. “Have a talk with her. She will give you a lot,” I asserted, my confidence unwavering.

Just as our conversation seemed to be taking an unexpected turn, a doctor materialized seemingly out of nowhere, his sudden appearance surprising both the ward boys and me. He approached with a stern expression, signaling the need for immediate action.

He introduced himself, addressing me directly. “Mr. Paul, I’m your doctor.”

My smirk remained firmly in place as I glanced at the doctor, my intentions hidden behind a facade of confidence and mischief.

The game was afoot, and my next moves were poised to shake the foundations of Derek’s plan.

I couldn’t help but wear a sardonic grin as I addressed the doctor. “Oh, you’re my doctor, right? Finally, you think I’m a lunatic as well,” I quipped, my tone carrying a playful edge. I had a flair for sarcasm, and I was using it to my advantage in this peculiar situation.

The doctor, maintaining his professional demeanor, clarified his role. “I didn’t say that, Mr. Paul. As a psychotherapist, I’m only here to listen to your words,” he explained, emphasizing his role as a listener and observer.

With a thoughtful look, the doctor delved deeper into the conversation. “Can you tell me about your likes, dislikes, hates, and loves?” he inquired, his voice measured as he probed for insights into my psyche.

I considered his question carefully, focusing my attention on him. Then, with a single word, I provided my answer: “Elena.”

The doctor, however, sought more clarity. “Elena what?” he prompted, urging me to elaborate on my feelings.

I didn’t waver in my response, despite his insistence. “She is everything to me,” I declared, my voice filled with a deep and unwavering affection for Elena.

The doctor, recognizing the significance of my attachment to Elena, pushed me further. “Mr. Paul, that is not your answer,” he insisted, unwilling to accept my vague response.

I furrowed my brow, growing increasingly frustrated with his persistent probing. “She is everything to me,” I repeated, my voice carrying a hint of defiance. My fixation on Elena was unwavering, and I had no intention of offering a different response.

The doctor, undeterred, reminded me of a painful reality. “She is married now, however. You must go on,” he advised, his words carrying a sense of finality.

Fury coursed through me as I clenched my teeth, my patience wearing thin. The doctor’s words had touched a raw nerve, and I couldn’t contain my anger any longer. In a sudden burst of rage, I seized his collar and shouted, “Fucker! What exactly did you say?”

“What are you doing?” the psychiatrist stammered, his voice trembling with apprehension. He observed that Paul’s eyes appeared to reflect the characteristics of a true psychopath, sending a chill down his spine.

I was relentless, my anger uncontainable. “Derek sent you here, didn’t he? He told you Elena was his wife, didn’t he?” I accused, my voice filled with resentment and bitterness.

**

As anger consumed Paul, he found himself in a precarious situation, his arm seized by two formidable boys. Their grips were unyielding, but Paul was undeterred and continued to confront the psychiatrist. “If you say that again, I’ll kill you,” he threatened, his voice dripping with rage.

The doctor, struggling to breathe and now terrified, implored them, “Leave me.” The two boys attempted to loosen their hold on the doctor, responding to his pleas as they tried to prevent a potential disaster from unfolding.

But Paul was relentless, demanding his release with a furious shout. “Let me go!” he yelled, his words a desperate plea for freedom.

Coughing and gasping for oxygen, the doctor realized that he needed to take control of the situation. In a moment of trepidation, he reached for a syringe and inserted its contents into his arm. The substance began to take effect, slowly but surely, and Paul gradually came to a halt in his struggle. As the sedative coursed through his veins, he closed his eyes, his consciousness slipping away.

With a calculated calmness, the doctor gave orders to the two boys who had held Paul captive. “Leave him here and keep an eye on him,” he instructed, a sense of authority in his voice.

As the doctor left the room, the two boys exchanged glances.

“What do you think, bro?” one of the boys inquired, seeking his companion’s opinion on the matter.

The other boy considered the question carefully, his thoughts turning to the piece of paper that Paul had handed to them. “One million dollars, dude. Consider it,” he replied, his gaze fixed on the tantalizing offer before them.

**

Elena’s POV.

I returned home after a long day at college, feeling exhausted.

Pom greeted me and asked, “Ma’am, how was your day at college?”

I replied wearily, “It’s okay.”

Pom, always attentive to my needs, offered to prepare a bath for me. “I’ve prepared your bathtub,” she informed me.

I expressed my gratitude, thanking Pom for her considerate gesture. A warm bath was exactly what I needed after a long day.

However, my mind was preoccupied with concerns about Derek. Before heading to my room, I inquired, “Pom, did he eat?”

“Ma’am, I don’t know, maybe he did. I saw a girl coming from the basement at noon.”

I took a deep breath, absorbing this information.

My thoughts were filled with concern for Derek. The actions I had taken earlier in the day now weighed on my conscience. It was clear that I needed to make amends for my behavior.

Derek’s recent silence and emotional distance had left me feeling uneasy. While there were moments of tension between us, I couldn’t deny the sense of emptiness I felt in his absence. His presence brought a unique joy into my life, and I was determined to restore the connection we had.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.