Sweet but psycho

Chapter 10

I went home with a smile, I wasn't sure what this was, but I liked it, and I liked him, in some weird way, he wasn't bad, I believed he had a good heart, just some weird obsessions maybe. I was happy that I met him and to give him a chance, but I wasn't that sure about my family or the neighbours.

As I came home my mom was already done with eating and I just put what she left for me in the microwave.

"Hey dear.", she called from the living room.

"Hey."

"How was your day?"

"Good."

"Seeing this mysterious guy again?"

"Maybe.", I smiled while eating.

"When will you finally tell me who it is?"

"Is it important?"

"Yes, and I'm your mother, I deserve to know who my only son is dating."

"We're not dating yet."

"Still, I want to know if he's good for you."

"He is, and I will be careful."

"I hope."

I went to my room and checked the wound I got I few hours ago, during the unusual act of love making.

It stopped bleeding, but it still hurt a lot, I wiped away the dry blood with a wet tissue, wondering if I was the only one, he marked like this, or if he carved the first letter of his first name in all his victims' chests.

I was excited for his dinner, wondered what he would cook, traditional, extraordinary or something he liked. But first I had to deal with the family gathering tomorrow. I laid down on the bed and imagined what he is doing now, if he was in bed too or sat in his living room, drinking wine or whisky listening to some music on his old gramophone.

Soon it was Sunday noon and my grandma arrived, she was sadder since grandpa died, but she still cared a lot about me and my life.

Also, my dad was home again for a few days, before he had to go back on business trips, he didn't knew everything that was going on, but he still tried to be updated.

"So, your mother said you're dating someone?", he started.

"No, I'm not dating anyone, I just meet a guy since last week, but nothing serious."

"But please don't bring a colourful super obvious gay here."

"Don't worry, he's quite the opposite."

"He won't tell me his name, I just want to know who he's with.", my mom started too.

"So, you can talk with Karin about it?", I raised an eyebrow.

"Karin is very nice."

"And the gossip girl in this street."

"Why is it so bad that the others know?"

"Because it's my private life?"

"And our reputation."

"That I don't care about."

"That's the problem."

"You make it a problem."

"By god, can't you just let him snog who he wants?!", my grandma interrupted. "You just care what others think, did you even ask if he is happy? Are you happy with him, honey?"

"Yeah, I think so, I really like spending time with him."

"That's what is important. Will you see him again?"