29 - Abditory

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I haven't noticed just how close Sophia and I are until now.

Until I've learned that I have a little crush on the girl I was supposed to murder.

A fucking crush.

What even is a fucking crush? It even sounds stupid. I do not want to have a crush—How do I get rid of it?

She is a traumatized girl living in my home because I ruined her life. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Also, why does she touch me so much? I didn't realize how often her hand will just be on me. Whatever happened to not wanting to touch me?

I was heartbroken when I realized she didn't even want to take my hand so I can simply help her up off the ground.

It's even worse that I don't want her to stop touching me. I crave it. I want her hands to be somewhere on me, even if we're just sitting on the couch and her shoulder brushes against mine.

I felt like this before I realized it was a crush, but not this much. I didn't feel the overwhelming urge to maybe even try having my hands on her.

This is weird. She is weird. She's such a fucking weirdo, I don't even understand.

Maybe this is karma.

Speaking of karma, I have an urge to round up more. When I went to get us doughnuts this morning, I picked a newspaper on top of it. It's in a different town then Sophia's.

From what I gather from both the newspaper and the dude who gave me the doughnuts, this guy beat up his wife, got arrested, there wasn't enough evidence other than circumzenithal bruises and the wife's words.

Deadbeat cops let him go even though most of the town is against it.

So, there's something to do about thirty minutes away. The town's bigger than Sophia's, but I doubt anyone would really miss him. Besides, Sophia said I could do that Dexter thing.

"Soph," I call, shuffling down the stairs. I want to get this done quick, but she can't come with me. I'm not going to fuck this up and let her watch. Never again.

I sigh when I make it to the living room. I don't know what else I expected from her. I know she's fucking weird. I'm not even surprised.

She's asleep. Upside down.

Yeah. Like, her legs are thrown over the head rest of the couch and she's facing the tv fully upside down.

"Sophia." I scoff, coming closer to grab her and at least flip her to lay on her back on the couch. "That's so unhealthy." I add, shaking my head at her when she slowly blinks at me.

She frowns. "I was sleeping."

I roll my eyes. "Don't sleep like that." I order. "Look at how comfortable you are like this." I gesture to the position I put her in. Sophia sighs and sits up with a yawn that looks pretty satisfied. "I'm going to leave in a little bit." I warn her.

Sophia perks up. "Can I go?"

"No."

"Oh," Her shoulders deflate. "Where are you going?"

"I need to do some things." I dismiss. "I'm not going to end up being back tonight though." I warn, walking around the couch to grab my jacket. "You gonna be okay?" I glance at her.

I'm sure she'll like having the entire place to herself. Maybe fall asleep in that one spot she still hasn't told me about.

Sophia stares at me. "What if I get a nightmare?"

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