I woke up that morning wrapped in blankets and with the smell of bacon in the house. Something must've been burning I thought. I scrambled to my feet to find Marie in the kitchen.
"Oh, hey." She said surprised "Didn't think you'd be up yet."
"Why are you still here?" I asked.
"What do mean, I'm just taking care of you." She said, flipping the bacon.
"But mother nev.." I trailed off.
"What?" She said. "I couldn't hear you."
"Thank you." I said.
"Don't worry, it's the right thing for me to do." She said. "Just go sit down, breakfast will be ready in a few."
"Yes ma'am." I said.
"Your funny." She said while smiling.
Her beautiful teeth showing from under her smile, her lips with a dark lipstick, her hair, tied in a small bun, and her velvet red turtle neck, allowing her breasts to be visible.
I walked and sat at the table. After a few minutes she brought in a steaming hot pile of scrambled eggs, some fresh fruit, and a stack of bacon. We sat and ate. We didn't say a word but we smiled and made eye contact. By the end of it, I offered to clean up.
"No no, it's fine, I'll get it." She said.
"You did all of this for me, the least I can do is clean it up a little." I argued.
"No insist." She said.
NO I SAID I'D DO IT, I'M TRYING TO BE NICE, OKAY?" I shouted.
"Okay, I'm sorry, I didn't know you felt that way." She said.
"I'm sorry for raising my voice." I said.
"Don't worry about it." She said.
I put the dishes in the sink and let the water run over them.
"What time is it?" I shouted.
"11 o'clock. Why?" She shouted back.
"No reason." I said, putting the booze away.
I went back and sat with her on the couch.
"Thank you Marie." I said, before falling into her arms.
"It's okay, we're gonna get you back on track bud." She said.
"I don't want you to leave." I said into her stomach.
"I won't, I'll stay with you." She said as she stroked my hair. "Why don't we watch a movie?" She said.
"Sure, you like horror?" I said.
"Not particularly, but I'm sure you can protect me during the scary parts." She said sarcastically.
"How about Halloween?" I asked, reaching into the vhs box.
"Sure, isn't he the guy with the hockey mask?" She said.
"No, that's Jason. This.. this is Michael Myers." I said, putting the vhs in. "I'll go get some popcorn."
I grabbed the foil dish, and put it on the stove. While it started to pop, I opened the fridge and pulled out some coke and poured us a cup each. I opened the freezer to grab some ice, only to greeted by Ella's face.
"Fuck." I shouted in shock.
"What's wrong?" Shouted Marie.
"I umm dropped some ice." I said.
I put a cubes in each of our drinks and finished cooking the popcorn.
"Here you go." I said, handing her the coke.
"Oh thank you." She said.
I sat the bowl beside me and leaned into her chest.
* * *
As Michael fell off the balcony and the credits rolled I got up and turned to her.
"I sometimes.. have bad thoughts." I said. "Like doing.. bad things."
"That's alright. I have bad thoughts too. I've done those bad things too." she replied, holding my chin.
"You've ki-"
"I've done drugs." she said. "What?"
"Yeah that's what I meant. I used to do weed." I said.
"I'm not talking about weed." she said, running her finger down my chest.
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"I used to do herion. Back when I was your age, me and my friends would hop parties until we found our fix for the night. But I'm long clean. I do miss it some times." She said.
"Oh. I'm so sorry to hear that." I said blankly.
"It's alright, you're young. These things happen, and you need to watch out." She said, running her fingers through my hair.
"How long have you been-"
"Clean? About 7 years. I try not to think about it, that's when the cravings kick in." She said.
"I'm so sorry." I said.
"Shut up." She replied.
"What?" I asked.
before I could think anymore, she pulled me in and began kissing me. She guided my hands up her turtleneck, whispered in my ear.
"Don't dwell on the past."
* * *
She held me in her arms. My face in her chest. Warm. I didn't want to do it. I didn't want to do it to her. She was different. I wanted to live and die with her.
"I love you." I said. "I know it's early, and you think I'm young and dumb, but I really do."
"That's cute." She laughed. "But yes, I love you too."
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HorrorJames Cultis is an infamous American serial killer, that terrorized the country from the 70's-90's. Though his rain is coming to an end as police close in on him. He has run away and is hiding in a warehouse to write his final memoir, to tell his st...
