My Psychotic Husband

My Psychotic Husband

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Olivia, a 24 year old psychiatrist doctor who searches for a job, till she meets her friend, Cynthia. Cynthia is a pharmacist in a psychiatry hospital, who brings Olivia in to work as a staff. Olivia works in the hospital for 2 months till a particular patient is brought to her as her personal patient. Their relationship grows out of bound and Olivia started falling for her cute psychic patient. Read and find out what will happen to their new found relationship.

My Psychotic Husband Chapter 1 Olivia's pov

Olivia's POV

Hoof!! I grasped as I dropped my last belongings in my new apartment. I rummaged through the cartons, placing every item, where it's supposed to be.

The apartment was a good one though. It was painted in pink and blue. It had a mini bed near an open balcony that was demarcated with glass. It's closet was a little big though, and it's bathroom was well furnished and well designed.

In 3 hours time, I was through with offloading my belongings and dropping them in their respective compartments.

Well to start with, I stay alone because I just finished college and came to a new city to look for a job.

I'm a psychiatrist doctor, but I've never had a work experience. My mom, dad and siblings all live in London, but I came to California to work. I've always dreamt of living an independent life and now, here I am accomplishing it.

The vibration of my phone in my pocket, brought me out of my thoughts. "Hello!!" I said to the speaker, once I picked up the call.

"Hello Olivia, it's me Bella, I called to check if you have arrived at your apartment" my childhood friend called to tell me. We were very close back in London.

"Yes, I just got here, how are you?" I asked her.

"I'm fine and you?"

"I'm good" I replied.

"Ok I got to get back to work, my bossy boss is calling me"

"Ok dear, bye" I bid her before she hung up. I felt fermished, so I went into my kitchen that wasn't that big and prepared some pancakes. My dinner is already settled, it's going to be in a restaurant.

My TV was already set, I sat on the blue velvet sofa and watched a programme. After watching the TV, I wore a pink and black hoodie and a black joggers with socks and converse.

As I went out, the cool breeze brushed my skin and it made me shiver. It blew from the direction of the road to me. I walked through the quiet street till I saw an McDonald's. I went in and ordered hamburger and lemonade.

I ate quietly and alone on my table till a slim, tall, light skinned girl walked to me. "I'm Cynthia, and I saw you coming out of your new apartment, so I thought if we could at least be friends" she said.

"Yes of course, well am new here and my name is Olivia" I told her smiling.

"Wow, that's nice. Well I work in a psychiatrist hospital, as it's pharmacist" I stopped drinking my lemonade, dropped the glass on the table and turned to her.

"Am a psychiatrist doctor and I came here to work" I told her feeling excited.

"Really!!! Wow, such a coincidence. You just met the right person" I smiled at her words.

"Erm.... can we exchange contacts, so tomorrow, you can take me to the hospital?" I asked her.

"Sure" she said giving me her's and vice versa.

"Ok good bye" she told me.

"See ya" I shouted from the door, before running out of the McDonald's. I need to go prepare for tomorrow, because I need to apply as a doctor in the hospital. As soon as I reached home, I went to my closet and rummaged through it.

I finally settled my mind on a red straight cut gown. It was long sleeved and had an open back. I made sure I prepared everything I needed for tomorrow before going to bed.

The chirps of the birds, woke me up from sleep. I glanced at the wall clock and it was 6'o'clock. I quickly got up, brushed my teeth, took my bath and wore my clothe. I wore my heels before packing my hair in a neat bun.

After having my breakfast, I heard a knock on the door. I rushed to the door, and saw Cynthia. She wore a black A cut gown, holding a lab coat in her right arm. She let her hair pour on her shoulder making her more beautiful and pretty.

"Hi" she grinned, with a gleamy smile.

"Hello, welcome" I said letting her in. She looked around my house and was astonished. Though it wasn't all that big or expensive, it was furnished and neat. "How did you get to know my house?" I asked her, giving her a glass of orange juice.

"Remember, I told you, I saw you coming out of your apartment" she said taking in another gulp.

"Oh!!" I coed from behind. "Please I will be with you in a minute" I told her going to get my hand bag and wrap up some other things, before coming out.

"Shall we?" I asked her gleaming.

"Ok" she got up and we exited my door, not forgetting to lock the door. We took a bolt, passing through different beautiful streets before we came in front of a huge, large building. It had the name 'PSYCHIATRIST HOSPITAL' on the building. We quietly came down from the bolt and payed the driver.

We walked into the hospital and everyone's eyes were roaming round my body. I felt a little uncomfortable but I let it go. We walked pass the receptionist and headed to the head of department office.

The office was well furnished and had portraits of awards, merits and health benefits round the four corners of the office. "Welcome Miss Olivia, Miss Cynthia called yesterday at midnight and informed us that you want to work with us as a psychiatrist doctor" I smiled.

"Yes sir" I replied him.

"Ok, how old are you?" He asked me.

"I'm 24 sir" I said in a polite voice.

"What are your qualifications?" He asked, getting engrossed in the discussion.

"Well, I'm a college degree graduate with a degree in psychiatrist medicine" I informed him. We did other clarifications before the interview finished

"Well, Miss Olivia, from the information I've received from you, I think you are up to our standard" I smiled down.

"Thank you sir" I said a little bit shy.

"I wish to inform you that, you've been employed and you can start work as soon as possible" I almost squealed out of excitement.

"Thank you sir" I told him.

"Now Miss Cynthia, you can take Miss Olivia to...... wait, we have a special patient that needs effective and efficient care. I think you will be capable, Miss Olivia" I nodded at him, even though I was nervous because this is my first time of practicing my course.

"So urmmmm......" He said going through some keys before finding it and turning back to us. "It's room 303" I heard Cynthia shift from my side and I turned to her. I saw a look of pity in her eyes, but I kept quiet so we could discuss it when we were out.

"Ok sir" Cynthia said before we left the office.

"Why did you act like it was a bad place he sent me to?" I asked her as we walked in the large hallway.

"Olivia....the room in which you've been sent to, well....the patient in it, his absolutely and fiercely crazy. He's a maniac and all the doctors sent there to care of him either went home with broken head or legs." Fear gripped me as she spoke.

"What?"

"Yeah, just be safe and careful, okay?" She assured me.

"Yeah" I said still nervous.

Soon, we reached, room 303. It was a metal door with a see through on the door. Cynthia twisted the bolt of the door and it opened. She gave me a final nod before she left for her own department. I quietly walked into the room, though it was dark, I saw a figure in the room.

I quietly went to the window, illuminating light into the room and opened it. I turned back to my patient and sat close to him on the bed. I took a deep breath before I started.

"Hi.......my name is Olivia and I will be your new personal doctor, what about you?" I asked calmly. He kept mute till he raised his face to me and I almost jumped. He was cute and very handsome. His blonde hair fell to his left eye. He had extremely brown eyes, which the light outside illuminated on.

His skin looked soft and tender. He looked at me closely and walked to a table in the room. He was tall and muscular. The psychiatrist patient uniform, fitted him well.

He walked back to me with a white file that I thought was his personal information. He gave it to me once he returned and continued looking at me. I opened the file, the rasp noise filling the empty, silent room.

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