Page 86 of Psychotic Obsession
"I need to go," I say to Ewan and Gabriella, feeling like I’m going to vomit everywhere. "I can't watch this."
All three of us stand as Tobias is lifted from the ground, his lip burst open. "If I find out you've touched her, I'll kill you, do you hear me? I'm going to fucking kill you!"
My eyes widen at his threat, Ewan's fists and jaw clenching, Gabriella shoving him back to make him move. I keep my head down, trying not to make eye contact as Tobias once again resists.
"She's mine. No one else can have her!" he continues, swinging his cuffed fists around. “She’s mine!”
Gabriella closes the large wooden double doors behind us, muffling Tobias' threats to kill Ewan. We can still hear him yelling.
Hands grab at my face, my eyes opening to see green eyes staring back at me. "Are you okay?"
I shake my head at them both, sucking in my bottom lip to try and hold back my tears. "He's not?—"
"Aria?" a woman calls my name, poking her head out of the doors. She looks the same age as my mum, grey hair gelled back into a neat bun, wearing dark purple, office-like dress with kitten heels.
She's American.
"Yeah?”
She nervously steps towards me, fiddling with her purse in front of her. "I'm Violetta Mitchell, Tobias' mom."
I hug myself, pulling away from Ewan and seeing the distraught look taking over her.
"I don't have a lot of time, I need to go back in. But I really need to sit down and speak with you about my son. Can we meet up?"
"He shouldn't be here," I say, pointing to the door. "Tobias needs psychiatric help, not to be sitting in a jail cell where he’ll lose himself even more."
“I agree.” She sighs, completely exhausted. "Once they read over all of the paperwork I've provided from his clinic back home, Tobias will be transferred to a facility. I promise.”
“I need to go.”
“I’m sorry,” she adds. “Truly. I hope you will allow me to see my grandchildren.”
I nod, my jaw clenching.
Tobias has his mother’s eyes, but she has something different in them. I shouldn’t trust her, and I have no idea why. “When can we meet up?”
Noticing my expression, Gabriella steps forward. “I really need to get her home. It was nice to meet you, Violetta.”
“Of course. You are very beautiful, Aria. I hope you will one day forgive my son.”
She hands me a card with her number and doesn't wait around for a response. She rubs her hand on my shoulder, turns, and walks back into the courtroom.
Gabs: Are you sure you're ready to go home?
Me: Yeah, I've been signed off from the psychiatrist, and I start back at work next week. I need normality. I can hopefully join Ivy in Denmark now that Tobias has been caught, so my job is safe.
Gabs: Still a dick.
I giggleat the last message, tossing my phone on Jason's bed as I finish tidying his room.
"You keep standing in my way, Aria. I can't see the TV!" he whines, trying to play his video game. I toss a cushion at him, making him huff and pause whatever he's doing. "Are you really going back tonight? Can't you stay longer?"
"Nope, this is you and your dad's place, Jason. I have a house," I reply, making him pout at me. "It'll go back to the way it was before."
"But Dad seems so happy with you home," he sighs. "Can you stay one more night? Please? We can watch a movie and eat loads of food."
"I only live twenty minutes away. It's not like you won't see me," I laugh, sitting down next to him as he shakes his head. "You'll understand when you're older."
