hidden sinners,, radiodust human au.

8. its okay to find your self.

"Well then listeners, guess you could say that killer still on the loose is on a vacay! Glad to be back on the air this fine night, but we're gonna have to end it here. Sincere apologies to all you listeners who wished for more tonight, be sure to tune in again tomorrow though, from 8PM to 9:30PM, the usual for the original fans! Well then, see you all soon!

You've been listening to,

The Smiling Night."

The bright neon sign that usually says "ON AIR " in bright red flickers, then turns off.

Peggy gives me a thumbs up from the window in between both our studios and I nod, taking the headphones I ussualy wore off.

I was glad the day was over for me, as we'd been on air for about 2 hours, and it did get exhausting at times.

I step out my office and head into the small lounge that connected me and Peggy's offices, reaching for my keys which were on the coffee table. 

I wondered what Anthony was doing currently, probably asleep.

Why am I thinking about him?

I slightly shake my head and walk off, heading downstairs back to the first floor and exiting.

I head into the parking lot to find my car, the only thing on my mind was to get home, and to probably go ahead and read a book or talk to my mother for a bit, since I couldn't stand another second at work.

Something itched at my mind, and it was what Rosalie had told me.

Me? Homosexual? There can be no way.

I'm just hoping she doesn't speak to my mother about it or anything, as I don't know how she would react.

It was a big fear of mine to let my mother down or dissapoint her, as her praise towards me was always such an amazing thing I got and something I always wanted.

.

'Now..where could my keys be..'

I shuffle around my pockets, quickly finding my pair of keys and unlocking the door.

The smell of Jambalaya swiffed into my nostrils, a small dim light coming from the kitchen.

"Come on in Allen! Made you your favorite!"

I smile and lock the door, slightly adjusting my hair before making my way into the kitchen.

"Now, how's my boy doin?"
Evelyn looks away from the pot of Jambalaya and pinches my cheek, right after pecking it softly.

"Good as always mom! Just exhausted from work."

She chuckles, focusing her attention onto some vegetables she was cooking.

"I was tuned on in, god that killa' is just takin' a break out of nowhere? Ussualy about 3 people would do missin' every week.."

As I make my way to the dining table to set it with utensils and placemats, an itch hits my throat, I slightly gag, but ignore the feeling and gulp, but quiet enough so she doesn't hear.

"Yes, that killer is a mighty strange fellow..Wonder why he stopped the killings."

The honest truth was, I just didn't feel that motivation to kill. I ussualy killed because of my bloodlust and urges but, that feeling had gone away for a little while.

Specifically a couple of days after meeting Anthony...

"Well, enough about that heart sick killer, how did your visit with Rosalie go?"

I smile at the name, but not as much as I ussualy would. Not after that conversation.

"Ah, yes it was okay. Just the two of us cathing up, as always it's nice to hang out with her."