Psychopathic

~Chapter 7~

normal:
conforming to a standard; usual, typical, or expected; (of a person) free from physical or mental disorders

"Keep your eyes closed," I giggled and made sure the blindfold was still tied tightly around Tilly's head. She playfully elbowed me. I could feel her internally rolling her eyes. I continued to lead her through the damp woods until we finally reached our destination. "Okay. You can take your blindfold off now."

Tilly untied the blindfold and gasped at the sight of the old lake house. It had belonged to my parents before they had so unexpectedly passed on. Of course, Tilly didn't know about that. Tilly didn't know much of anything about my past. I tended to keep it that way. I wanted it to be normal for as long as it could.

"This is...wow," she grinned widely at me and started running up to the house. I watched her go for a few seconds; took her all in. Tilly Thames was gorgeous, but smart; sarcastic, but sweet; funny, but poetic. Tilly Thames was the best thing that had ever happened to me. "C'mon, slow poke! Last one to the front door has to make out with the winner!"

I was the last one to the door. Tilly grabbed the collar of my shirt and kissed me softly and passionately. Her arms slid up my chest and around my neck. Usually Tilly wouldn't kiss for more than half a minute. It was already two minutes of making out.

"You know," I whispered, out of breath. "You're a pretty good kisser, for a virgin."

"Oh, shut up, Lucas," she smirked. "You're a virgin, too."

Tilly stayed silent for a moment.

"Luke?" Tilly bit her lip. "I have an idea."

"What?" I asked.

"Two truths, one lie," she sauntered over to the living room and plopped in the floor in front of the fireplace. "We need to know more about each other."

Shit.

"C'mon, Lukey," she snorted. She knew I hated nicknames like that. Almost as much as I hated being called Lucas, but with her it was fine. She could call me Lucas. Just not Lukey. "Luuuuuuuke."

"Jesus, okay," I sat across from her reluctantly. "You go first."

"Okay, ummm..." She thought for a moment and then continued. "I threw up on Micky Mouse, I once punched a small child in the face, and I'm allergic to bullshit."

"The child one?" I laughed when she shook her head. "You punched a kid in the face?!"

Her cheeks blotched red, "Shut up, Lucas Robert."

"Then the Micky Mouse one?" I tried to contain my laughter. But she was so cute when she was embarrassed. She nodded.

"You're turn, Lucas."

"I met Ashley Tisdale, I'm Batman, and - " I was cut off by the sound of the door being smashed in. The S.W.A.T team barged in the living room, aiming their weapons at me.

"Luke? What - ?" Tilly was being aimed at too.

"Don't," I looked at all of them. "She doesn't know anything."

"Luke, God dammit, what's going on?" Her face was still red, but not from embarrassment. She was crying. Two of the men looked at each other and nodded. They stopped aiming at Tilly.

"Tilly," I looked at her as I stood up. "I'm sorry."

I took her and placed her in front of me. Hopefully they wouldn't shoot at her, but I was still taking a risk.

"You wouldn't shoot an innocent girl, right?" I heard myself say in a smooth, creepy voice. It just came naturally in times like these. I couldn't show weakness. I showed cunning.

"Luke," Tilly struggled under my grip. "Ow! Luke, you're hurting me!"

"Well?" I replied. "What's it gonna be? Save a life and have my capture delayed, or kill an innocent?"

They lowered their weapons. I let go of Tilly, but she didn't run away from me. She just stared at me with a confused look on her face. I couldn't stand to look at her like that. I ran. I ran out of the house. I ran to my car. And I drove until I was far enough to pull over and cry.

But I still didn't regret it. I didn't regret any of it.