The Doctor Of East Hadena [MXM] [SERIAL KILLER] ✓

26 | EXCEPTION

"I think I hate Dex."

I end up just staying the night, purely because I'm that exhausted after whatever the hell Dex did to me. I assume he cleans me up, since I sure didn't—I passed out almost immediately—but I don't wake up dirty.

I wake up in his arms.

I'm irritated with him, I won't lie. I am not happy with Dex at all, because he outsmarted me. I tried to distract him with sex, and he found a way to both satisfy me and still somehow end up with the upper hand. I used his attraction to me against him, and he gave me the most mind blowing sexual experience of my life to get me to stop. He won, because he kept a clear head without my knowledge.

Anyway, I wake up with him wrapped around me, and I immediately squirm my way out of his grasp. I do so carefully, since I woke him up last time, and am eventually able to succeed in escaping him. I immediately get dressed and get the fuck out of his apartment. As soon as I enter my own, I find Willow with a bowl of cereal, and notify her of my new conclusion: I fucking hate him.

"Really?" She replies, not looking convinced at all. She only spares me a glance before focusing on her cereal again, like my world isn't crumbling before her very eyes. Teenagers. "What're you gonna do about it?"

"Kill him, probably," I respond, but I don't mean it, which just pisses me off more. I should kill him. My brain is all I have going for me, and he outsmarted me. In any other instance I'd kill him from frustration and embarrassment, but I can't, because I only kill people who won't be missed.

He has a large family, and they would all miss him. I don't think I could do that to Jasmine, anyway.

Also... I have this sense that I'd regret it, anyway.

I'd miss him.

"What happened?" Willow asks me, and at this point she should try her luck as a relationship therapist or something.

"He knows I'm The Doctor."

"What?!"

"Well, okay, I guess he doesn't." I sigh, leaning against my kitchen counter as I think about this. I run a hand through my hair, staring at the floor as I think about our conversation last night. "But he has some decent evidence. I don't think he'll just take my word for it for long, especially if I keep slipping up."