The Unloved Billionaires And I

Chapter 2 OBSESSED



LUCAS POV

The next day, I stayed in not wanting to go out, I refused to play with Derek or touch him, and when he touched me I got so angry and washed my hands. My grandpa called our family doctor to check on me, they confirmed I have OCD which I shared from my mother’s side of the family, never noticed it, I thought my mother hated me when I tried to touch her especially when my hands were dirty, I didn’t know she was germophobic while her mother, my grandmother had OCD, but I still blamed Vera till this day for triggering it, they tried explaining to me that she wasn’t the cause of it, saying it was genetics but I never listened, I would still be normal if it wasn’t for her.

When my parents got back, grandpa told them everything, mom blamed herself saying it was her fault that I was like her but I never blamed her, I blamed Vera, it was her fault. I stayed with my grandfather since my parents weren’t always at home. I thought they would understand that I needed care, especially my mother but she was never here.

I stayed at grandpa’s home, he noticed I didn’t do things that people with OCD do like redoing tasks, spending a long time to complete things either by getting dressed or eating meals, or hiding objects to use and hurt myself, I wasn’t always aggressive maybe a little, so, he called the doctor again to check on me and he gave a wrong diagnosis, I didn’t have OCD, I had germaphobe which is closely related to OCD. It was treatable with psychological treatment such as cognitive behaviour therapy, the basis of this CBT is gradual exposure to feared situations and anxiety management strategies such as relaxation and breathing techniques.

I went through this for years, I never had any friends not until I met Tobias, Derek stopped playing with me and started calling me a freak at school, telling everyone that I was a freak and had to see the doctor everyday which everyone believed and laughed at me but I didn’t care, Vera tried to protect ne but I didn’t need her protection because I hate her and stopped talking to her.

When I started high school with my best friend Tobias, everything was good, I wasn’t called a freak here, Derek went to another school with Vera, I talked a little everyone understood what I had and were patient with me but not until my senior year, I saw Vera again, I didn’t know she was the one at first, the school she went to was a boarding school and I hardly see her during the holidays because she was always grounded. I can’t believe she will come here, she tried talking to me but I refused to talk to her.

She became friends with my other tormentor Regina Phillips. Regina had a crush on me all through my junior year, it became worse in senior year that most girls avoided me instead of the other way. They stopped talking to me anytime they notice Regina around, I don’t know how they got together and became best friends, one was enough but the two of them together was torture for me.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

One time they put snakes in Sandra’s bag because she asked me to give her my pencil, the second time was Susan who said ‘hi’ to me, they put cockroaches and bugs in her locker. When I yelled at them thinking they would stop, the next day when I opened my locker I found a dead bird.

I was so scared of even leaving my house so how can my mother think that I would marry or date someone like Vera Collins. If she was the last woman on earth, I would rather kill myself than to spend a second with her.

My parents never knew about it. They were never around. The fallout with Derek, I found out he told Vera he liked her but Vera rejected him saying “you are not good enough for me, Lucan is perfect for me” that made my own cousin to hate me even when I explained everything to him he never believed me, he said his parents likes me, grandpa likes me that he was like the black sheep of the family that he will do everything he can to ruin my life.

I can’t believe my mother would invite her here, that girl is fucking insane. Why am I so nervous about this meeting? I shouldn’t be scared of her. I am not that little boy and when I see her, I will give her a piece of my mind. I keep thinking back to this morning when my mother said she was coming to my place today. What if she comes and tries to kill me, will she come alone or with her friend Regina, are they still friends? Last I heard of them they had a falling out during prom night. “stop overthinking” I scolded myself. My parents are here so she won’t do anything stupid. My butler invited her in, wow she looked more matured, I looked at her slim figure, deep brown eyes that still mesmerised me and nice black hair, long and straight, plump lips and button nose. She looks perfect for sure but crazy all the same.

“Why are you late?” I questioned her. Today is our first meeting after years of not seeing each other. Lulu dear, that is no way to greet your friend that you haven’t seen for a long time. I cringed when I heard her call me that name, I used to fill on top of the world when she called me that when we were little but I hated it after what happened and I hate her, I was getting furious, I couldn’t do anything since my parent were here and I don’t want to disappoint them. I didn’t even know when they stood up and left. Son, that brought me back, they were all staring at me, um yes? Why don’t you show her around, yes sure I stood up not even waiting for her to follow, heard heals behind me, walking faster, lulu boo slow down so I can catch up with you, I got very angry and pushed her to the wall, well, if you wanted to touch me all you had to do was ask, she smirked, I was so disgusted by it. I want you to leave my house, what? Don’t you hear me, I hate you Vera, you are a bitch, I don’t want to see you in my life again, I yelled at her, she looked so scared that she burst out crying and walked, running away. My mother tried to stop her, “what have you done?” She asked.

What I should have done a long time ago.


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