Best Friend Obsession

Mike planned to take Denise to see a Psychologist today.

“I’ll wait for you outside,” He said. Denise then entered the room with reluctance. She was greeted by a young lady who was still older than her.

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Denise then sat down on a sofa, surprised to see that the psychologists had sat right next to her.

“My name is Cassy; what’s yours?” she inquired.

“D-Denise.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Denise.”

“Can I ask you a question, Cassy?” Denise asked, Cassy then nodded as a response.

“Why do I feel free to speak to you but not to Mike? I can confidently tell you everything that happened to me. But when it comes to Mike, I’m frustrated “She pursed her lips and paused for a moment to reflect.

“You were traumatized, and you’re terrified of what they did to you; did he know?”

Denise sighed and shook her head.

“It’s all right, I understand,” Cassy said to her.

Cassy lightly smiled as Denise pulled her into a hug.

“Denise, you look exactly like I did when I first came; I can sympathize with you and will do everything I can to assist you.”

Denise then smiled modestly at her. She clasped one of her hands in both of hers.

“Denise, I can help you, but it won’t make you forget what they did; you need to help yourself as well. Denise, tell me everything, and I’ll help you move on.”

Denise then does what Cassy said. She told Cassy everything, and they were both in tears by the end of the session.

“You, uh, you won’t tell Mike about what we discussed, will you?” Denise asked, fearful of the answer. She shrugged her shoulders and told her she’d rather die than life. She let out a light chuckle before standing up and walking away. Denise feel relaxed after the session.

Mike was engulfed when Denise instantly hug him almost immediately after she opened the door. She relaxed against him, returning his embrace.

He moved closer to her, bending down, but he paused before doing anything else.

Denise was thankful Mike didn’t make her do anything.

Her arms were still recovering, so she intertwined their fingers as he assisted her in walking. He led her into his room and sat them both on the bed.

Denise asked softly, stroking her hand over his fingers, “Don’t you have to work?”

“Denise,” she took a deep breath, twitching in her seat.

“Just give me some time, and I’ll let you know when I’m ready,” Denise said, nodding his head. “Can I…” he took a deep breath, “Can I check your body?” Mike nervously asked.

Denise averted her gaze. “What if he didn’t like me anymore because of the scars on my body?” she wondered as she noticed his fingers curling around the cuff of her sweatshirt

She closed her eyes because she couldn’t bear the thought of what would happen if he was disgusted or something. She opened her eyes after a long period of nothing unfolding to her.

Denise noticed Mike staring at her naked chest. As his eyes moved from one scar to the next, then he was devoid of emotion.

He then yanked her pants down, yanking her underwear with them, leaving Denise fully naked as he kissed every scar of her body.

He then touched one of the burned areas on her body. Then his finger slid down one of her innermost cutbacks, running across her back from her arm to her thighs.

She could feel it all happening again to her. She was in a lot of pain and felt so hopeless. The trauma she didn’t even realize she was weeping about until Mike’s bumpy thumb pads tried to wipe her tears away.

“I’m so sorry for putting you through this situation, this is all my fault. I failed to protect you,” he said quietly, his voice trembling.

Denise saw how painful he was when she looked into his eyes.

“It’s not your fault, Love. I don’t blame you for this. It’s all Claire’s fault, not yours. Let’s forget all of this I want us to start again with our twins.”

He averted his gaze, which irritated her. Mike wanted him to express his feelings to her. Mike has demonstrated his love for her, but Denise does not want to share her worries or pain with Mike.

Denise loves him even more because of his sick means of protecting her.

She then managed to crawl into his lap slowly, with his support, so she won’t hurt herself.

She sealed her arms around his neck and leaned in slowly. He met Denise in the midpoint and tried to kiss her gently.

She wanted to intensify the kiss, but Claire kept popping into her head, and when Mike pulled away, she was crying chaos hiding in his neck.

He cradled her close to him, gently patting her back. How would she ever tell Mike what Claire had done to her?

“Why didn’t you ever tell me Claire tutored you and her men tried to rape you?” Mike inquired.

Denise then stopped crying then she looked at him.

“I’m sorry, I just don’t want to bother you.”

He sighed hearing Denise’s response and lowered his gaze to her stomach. His hand was resting on it as he muttered,

“I’m your husband, Denise. So, please starting today you can tell me everything. Let’s share all the problems and pain because I know we can pass all this if we both fight for it. I’m here, Denise. I’m with you always remember that,” Mike said then Denise nodded as a response to him.

“What, um, happened to Claire? After you found me?” Denise asked.

“She’s in the basement. I’ll take care of her later. Right now, I just want to be with you. Don’t you know how much I missed you, sweetie,” he said as he drew her in closer to him and kissed her all over her neck. It wasn’t intimate, but it was soothing. Mike was always able to make Denise feel safe and she wants to make him feel great as well.

That night, after Mike had fallen asleep, Denise was able to escape herself free of his grip and sneak out of his room.

She tried her hardest to be silent as she walked down the stairs. Denise tried recounting her steps from the previous visit and finally found it. The cellar.

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Denise then slowly pushed open the door. Walking in reluctantly, she inspected her surroundings and noticed Claire’s back.

Denise had not given this much thought. She followed her instincts and grabbed a pistol from a table, but she soon realized it wasn’t a regular pistol-like Mike.

She walked in front of her to see if she was awake, unbothered by what she had done. That’s when all of her rages returned to her.

She blamed Mike for putting her in this situation when it was Claire’s fault. Mike has only ever done one thing: he has loved her. How could she have been so oblivious?

She approached his bound body. Claire resembled Denise when she was in her position.

Denise then forced to hand Claire the gun and pulled the trigger. Claire awoke screaming in agony. Claire’s hand had a needle in it when she realized it was a needle gun.

She gave her an enraged look, but it quickly turned into a smirk. “I’ve been waiting for you, b*tch, and I’m surprised you took so long. Did I torture you that much?”

“Shut up. You almost killed my babies; I’m going to torture you as well,” she yelled, using the same words he had used on her weeks before. Claire rolled his eyes and chuckled raspily, most likely due to a nasty cough.