Psychosis

Chapter One

Lars Anderson walked through the nearly empty house; the only things in it were unpacked boxes and people. Picking up the nearest box, he carried it up the stairs and set them next to his fiancee, Helena Lockwood, and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.

"Aren't you exhausted honey?" Helena's voice dripped with worry but Lars just chuckled and smirked, "I want to get the bed built at least, then I can rest."

His fiancee giggled and lightly pushed him into the pile of boxes. A knock at the door interrupted the couple and the moving guys walked in with the bed frame and mattress.

"Looks like we won't have to wait long sweety," Lars cooed, nuzzling into Helena's neck. Neither payed attention to the uncomfortable trio or their mutterings, "Looks like they're newlyweds..."

They spent the entire day packing; the house was finally starting to look like a nice, welcoming place. Sure the walls needed to be painted but neither cared at the moment and just sat together watching movies until they unexpectedly fell asleep. Lars woke up first and went in the kitchen to make breakfast and coffee. As the bacon and eggs were cooking, he took out his phone to look at job listings. The loud timer went off and he heard Helena roll over in the living room. Oops, didn't mean to wake her, he chuckled to himself. Lars set a plate for the sleepy woman as she stumbled towards the smell of food and caffeine. They ate in silence for awhile before Lars decided to bring up the list of jobs he qualified for. Helena frowned, "Why are you looking for a job dear? We have enough money from my parents."

He chuckled at her expected response, "I simply can't stay home all day with no job, plus you know I prefer a safety net, I've seen the glares your mom sends me."

Helena's mother made her disapproval of Lars quite clear and took every chance to take her anger out on the poor man. "Well if you are getting a job then so will I; you can't expect me to stay home alone when even you won't."

"Sweety, I worry about the trouble you'll get into if you're left alone," she huffed at him and resumed eating. They packed away the rest of the smaller stuff and tipped the delivery guys that had returned with the final load before going off to meet with friends, telling them all about their new house.

That night, the two lovebirds sat down to a cliché dinner of Chinese takeout and wine while watching a romantic comedy. Lars was never one for romantic films; he always considered them more like chicks flicks if anything. But, he also knew Helena was a sucker for a good romantic comedy. And he'd be lying if he said he didn't have an ulterior motive for that night. About halfway through the movie, when the heroine with memory loss had finally gotten together with the comedic flirt, Lars picked up all the garbage and leftovers, and grabbed a beer from the refrigerator. When he returned, Helena motioned for him to sit next to her under the king size quilt that was wrapped around her shoulders. He complied without a second thought, intertwining his fingers with hers. She rested her head on his shoulder, and after a few moments, let out a shaky breath, "Hey, Lars?"

"Mm?" he raised an eyebrow, showing that he was listening.

"We're actually doing this, huh?" her voice was full of worry. Lars pulled away from his beautiful lover, her blue eyes striking in the moonlight. Her ice blue orbs sent chills down his spine; how could anyone not see how breathtakingly stunning she was? He smiled, showing off his straight, white teeth, "Yeah, I guess we are."

Helena reached up, gently connecting their lips. Lars kissed back, with a much more fiery passion; now that they had a place of their own, he didn't have to worry about the dreaded Mother-in-law catching them. He moved his hand to the back of Helena's neck, underneath her pale-blonde braids, pulling her closer to him. Just as things were starting to get hot and steamy, though, Helena's phone began to ring.