Dean's skin shone, moist with sweat. His face was flushed, too, and his voice raspy with a lack of breath.
"You...sedated me?" I whispered.
I was sure I'd heard of the word 'sedated' before, and if I was right about its meaning, Dean had just drugged me, which had caused me to pass out.
"I'm sorry," Dean whined, his lips curling into a sobbing position.
I just stared.
"I really am," he continued. "You-you changed my perspective on women. I used to think they were all...bitches. Whores. But-but when you told me you liked talking to men like me...ugly, disgusting men—at least, that's what the bitches call me—anyway, by the time you told me you couldn't understand those other women, and I realised you weren't like them, it was too late. The drugs were in your ice cream..."
Dean stepped closer, reaching for my arm, but I jerked away. "I'm sorry!" he said. "Now I've missed my chance! I'll never get laid!"
My mouth fell open. This man was crazy. I couldn't believe I'd trusted someone so easily.
I now understood why those other women didn't go anywhere near him. They obviously sensed something about him that I couldn't just yet. I really knew nothing about this world.
But there was one world I knew much more about, and wholly trusted the one person who lived in it.
The Upside Down.
I lunged forward at Dean, trying to suddenly push him out of the way, but he was too strong. He pushed me back onto the bed and I fell on my back. I caught him unexpectedly with my foot, though, and kicked him hard in the balls. He leaned forward, clutching his groin, and I took it as an opportunity to grab the light from his nightstand and hit him on the bald spot at the back of his head.
In a daze, Dean tried to snatch the nightlight off me, but I suppose I had hit him so hard that it blurred his vision, because he was sort of reaching his arms out and grabbing in the complete direction.
When I had pulled the light away from the nightstand, the wires had snapped and were left hanging. Thinking quick, I wrapped them around his neck and pulled. Hard. He made some sort of choking noise and began to fall to his side, so I decided I had done enough damage and made for my escape.
Thankfully, the door was unlocked, and a steep, thin staircase was right outside of it. I headed down them, and when I reached the bottom, I discovered we were still in the dessert shop. His bedroom was upstairs. I ran through the kitchen and into the front restaurant, and as I arrived, so did two customers at the front door. I stopped in my tracks suddenly.
"Hello, darling, are you open?" asked the woman who had her arm looped through a man's. She obviously thought I worked here.
"Yes," I breathed. "But don't stay. The owner is a creep."
And then I left. Ran. All the way to the closest place that felt like home.
The Creel House.
*
By the time I reached it, my chest was wheezing from running so far, but I still pushed myself to keep going until I was up the stairs, into Henry's bedroom, and through the portal.
I fell through and onto his familiar bed I'd slept in before.
I wondered where Henry was, what he had been up to while I was gone, and how often he had thought about me while I wasn't around...if he'd even thought about me at all. What if he wouldn't take me back after I'd betrayed him, left him?
My nerves were through the roof as I trailed silently through the house, poking my head through the doorways of each room to see if he was inside. I found him, though, where I expected to. It was where I had spent most of my time with him while I was in the Upside Down. In the kitchen.
I stood in the doorway for a moment, and that was when I tore my eyes away from his face which I had missed so dearly, and noticed what he was doing.
He had dragged in the body of a dead girl into the kitchen, and left a trail of old, darkened blood on the way in. I watched in silence as he picked her up by the collar of the shirt she was still wearing, and began to rip off her limbs one by one, ending by taking her head.
After everything I'd seen, and everything I'd been through, I almost felt desensitised to what was happening in front of me. Now, I didn't squirm and cover my eyes, but instead watched, fascinated...
I suppose it helped knowing I wasn't the one in danger. Henry was in control of this land. He was the predator killing other people, and I wasn't his prey. I was his partner.
At least...I hoped I still was. I hoped he would give me a second chance.
After meeting Dean, I realised most people in the world were probably bad, so what was the point in cutting Henry out of my life? The truth was, I loved him. I could try and convince myself I didn't because if all the evil things he'd done, but I couldn't deny psychology, my true feelings which never faltered no matter what he did wrong. The main thing was that I knew he would never do anything to hurt me, and I was fed up for caring about the welfare of other people, especially ones who gave no thought to me.
I stepped into the kitchen, and whispered, "Hi."
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