Obsessed

By Alia Croley

Navar Sargeant, lost after she is dishonorably discharged from the Marines, forges a battle against the rage within, during her confinement in an insane asylum. As she journals her thoughts to the ex-husband that abandoned her in her time of need, she will discover revenge isn't always a dish best served cold. With the help of her companion Michael

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alia Croley
• Release date: Jun 30, 2021
• ISBN: 9781087970257

Alia Croley

Alia Croley is a veteran, wife, mother of six heavenly children and one furry cat who thinks he's a dog. When she isn't listening to the voices in her head telling to put them on pages, she is running, avidly reading and binge watching her favorite crime and Marvel TV shows. Her husband of twenty years often finds her in a land of fantasy that she is creating or reading. Luckily, as an actor he can relate to the journey. Join her characters on their journey to salvation, home and finally acceptance.

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Obsessed

Obsessed

Obsessed

Alia Croley

Indy Pub

Dedication

To my husband Chris… Who always stood beside me and supported me for the past twenty years? Thank you for letting me write this story, the story of us if we had taken another path and not held onto each other with faith, hope and love. You are the hero of every story, the male lead of every romance and the protector of my heroine’s hearts. To my Michael I love you….

Copyright © 2021 by Alia Croley

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First Printing, 2021

Obsessed

By Alia Croley

Copyright

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used factiously and are not to construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Table of Contents:

Dedication

Trigger Warnings

Prologue

Journal Entry

Journal Entry

Journal Entry

Journal Entry

Journal Entry

Journal Entry

Journal Entry

Journal Entry

Journal Entry

Epilogue

Acknowledgements

Dedication

Prologue:

I can’t stop thinking of you…  The cold one in me longs for your warmth, the feel of you... I cannot deny the desire in me; the incessant longing will not subside... Why can’t I let you go? Why does the thought of being separated from you shatter my heart? Why is my hatred of you as strong as my love? You touch my face and I know you are walking away from me forever. Your eyes are sad, and I wish my restrained hands were pulling them from your skull. Not to hurt you my dear, but to keep a part of you with me... God how I hate you...

Journal Entry 1: The Beginning

I bite the first nurse who removes my padded cuffs. The volts of electricity surge through my body from the Taser pressing against my throat… I can still taste her blood crying from the bit of flesh entangled in my molar. I grin through the pain... It’s funny; love brought me to you, to this place… Love brought me to death... Death had a name, a sinfully precocious name used to trick the weary. Seth, ahh just breathe him in. Eyes like fire that burn your very soul…. My dark friend came to me in a dream, shoving himself into my body in a calculated rape… The attack happened inside me and all around me… But not to me... It was more a rape of the soul, a ravaging of faith that I never really healed from… Ever since that night, I was changed... A nurse I didn’t recognize put a blanket over my hunched shoulders. They shiver slightly, but in rage not cold… I can see you pulling out of the parking lot through the meshed laced bars covering the windows. I remember the first time we looked into each other’s eyes and knew we were in love…I remember when that love turned into pity and became nothing at all. You couldn’t understand me, and I couldn’t pretend to be what you wanted anymore. In the beginning things were never simple.

We were both young and un-prepared for a relationship together. Me, fresh from the attempted rape of my fiancé, you are coming from the arms of a woman who had broken your heart more than once, then came back one last time to crush the dust. When you refused her attentions for the last time, she left with the dust and a scar in her wake...  My sweet young man even apologized through his tears after forcing his fingers into my untouched womb...  HAHAHA, so much for true love, right?  Brandon, the blue-eyed devil who always kissed with an empty heart. There were no regrets on his lips. He tried to eat my soul... Of course, his dark kisses weren’t just used on me; many women fell on his wandering dick during our engagement... I cannot forgive him… or you... But I digress...Cupid’s poisoned arrow had struck us both... I am remembering wishing I could have met her, if only to thank her for her stupidity in letting you go...Then having the pleasure of tearing her heart from her body and serving it to you... Love what you.hate, remember...  The black firebird pulls out of the parking lot with its shiny new rims. The thought of you riding to the arms of the red-haired woman who has replaced me in our bed enrages me… I do not move a muscle; I do not cry.  Nurse Melody will shock me a bit, if I misbehave. Got to remember to thank her for that, before I check out of this world…

Journal Entry 2: The Love

Some days I’m not entirely sure how I got here, not really... I can tell you it began with my parents, best friends in body and soul. Aurora and Edwyn had known each other since grade school... They grew up exactly two blocks apart in a small suburb on the outskirts of the city.  They fell deeply in love with one another at the tender age of ten, or so I was told. Should have known it was doomed then... Any love that starts out so early, at such an age of innocence is fracked.   They shared their first kiss at sixteen. You know those first moments when naivety slips away under soft young hands and tongues... They were lost in each other after that.  With the constant missteps and almost slip ups Mum was bound to get pregnant. She gave birth to my brother Lucien at nineteen and I followed four years later...  Two months later, they were wed. I know what you are figuring comes next, the struggling young couple right out of an after school special... Not so much with these two. Dad and Mom were both in college, working part time at a graphic design agency, specializing in company logos.  Mom did file clerk work mostly and Dad worked as an assistant designer to one of the three vice presidents for the company. I guess it helps that their fathers owned and ran the company. Having been childhood friends themselves, they had come through hell and high water to build their own business. I’ll never say I didn’t come from steadfast blood. I am not sure still if my genetically given aggression was a help or a hindrance in the end... Dr. Morales comes in to talk to me about my bouts of rage and my inability to comprehend the socially acceptable way to conduct myself in a public environment... Or some bullshit like that... Doesn’t matter really… I am not actually listening too closely, as he drones on about my diagnosis. I am a sociopath with a dash of obsessive-compulsive disorder... I am a very organized monster... I have to learn to stop detaching myself from the crimes I have committed... I am sure he simpered on with more medical jargon than I cared to hear, but as I said I wasn’t really listening in the first place.  I was thinking of you and how you left. I think of the day we met. Bosnia had been a powder keg of badness waiting to explode... Some redneck squid was trying to push a pal of mine around, kept