Obsessed {A Dexter Fan fiction}

Chapter ten

I took in a deep breath and typed in the number that I had received earlier in the day.

hi it's Hailie, the girl from earlier at the doctors office

Within a few minutes of anxious thoughts running through my mind, I felt my phone buzz. I was scared to open it at first, not knowing if I had made the right choice to text him.

I've been waiting all day, babe. What took you so long?

I felt my heart speed up as I read the words over and over in my head. I threw my phone on the floor next to me, and started thinking. 

What would this random guy want with me?

Why would he text me out of everybody?

It didn't make any sense. I remember something that had happened like this a few months back.

It was Debra Morgan, Dexter's sister. Technically, they weren't biological siblings. Dexter was adopted into her family. Anyways, Debra had gotten the job at Miami Metro a few months before it happened. There was a big case that was going around, they called it the Ice Truck Killer. He had gone around, picking victims like any other killer, but his way of 'disposing' them was different than others. He would drain them of their body fluids and make precise cuts to chop up the body. The first sign of the Ice Truck Killer, he left a hooker's body, no head, in a drained swimming pool. The police had never seen anything like this before, and they were astonished. Later, they found the head of the body, and things like that kept happening. As the murders went on, Toni Tucci was a tried victim of him. The Ice Truck Killer kept him alive while taking body parts, a hand and a foot. While in the hospital, Rudy Cooper was making new body parts for him, and he caught Deb's eye. They eventually went on a few dates, which ultimately resulted in him asking her to marry her. But, that same night, he revealed himself as the Ice Truck Killer to her, and a few days later was caught by the police, although already dead.

I was frightened by this, never really realizing that it could happen to anyone.

This boy. Who was he? Why did he call me babe? I've never talked to him before. I took a deep breath and picked my phone back up, replying to his text.

first, who said you can call me babe? and second of all, i have no idea who you are so it'd be nice if you did not do that.

I set my phone down and walked downstairs, leaving my phone in my room. When I reached the bottom, I heard Harrison playing with our cat, or at least trying to get the attention.

"Here, kitty! Kitty! Come here! I want to pet you! Please, kitty?" he said, reaching towards the cat that was behind the couch.

"Harrison, I don't think she wants to come out right now.. let's go find the other kitty, he's nicer.

We walked over around, trying to find my fat male cat who looked a lot like Garfield. When I had just started high school, I suffered from anxiety and seasonal depression. Seasonal depression hit me mostly in the spring and fall. Not in winter, when most people claim they have it. One day when I came home, my father was home and there was a box at his feet, and when he opened it, there was a cat in there. I obviously loved him, and he helped with my anxiety and depression. I honestly don't know why we got Jaz, but we did.

When we found him, he was curled in a ball on my father's bed.

"Awww! Kitty's sleeping!" Harrison said, walking over and putting his face right by the cat's, just watching.

I never understood why children picked a certain animal that they loved more than all the others. Maybe it was because in school, teachers teach the kids to pick one favorite animal and talk about them to their friends. That may be to make them think on their own and not lean on parents or friends, but I don't think its necessary. Like, if a kid likes more than one animal, they are forced to pick one. And, if they want that animal. their dreams are crushed if they want a tiger or an elephant.

After a while of playing with Harrison, we heard a loud knock at the door, which was odd because Dexter told us that he was going to be working a late night, and my father was upstairs sleeping.