Running Scared.

Chapter Four

I opened my eyes to see the sun. I quickly sat up and rubbed my eyes. I yawned and got up. It was Saturday. I could at least do something a little productive. I brushed my teeth and walked downstairs to make myself pancakes. I grabbed the pancake mix and whatever other ingredients it needed and began cooking. It smelled good. After about fifteen minutes, the pancakes were ready. They were delicious. Derrick stretched as he walked into the kitchen. “April bought pancakes,” he asked. I shook my head as I ate a piece. “You made them.” “Uh-huh.” I finished the next piece and went to eat the second one. He stared at me. “What,” I said. “You made yourself pancakes, but no one else.” I started cutting the second pancake. “Well, mom’s away on a business trip so I knew not of make pancakes for her, and I thought you would be at another girls’ place fucking her.” “Look I thought we talked about that. She really is an actor who needed help with her movie.” I shook my head and said, “Oh really, because I’ve never seen her in any movies. You know what, why am I bitching about this? I’m acting like we’re married. You‘re my mom’s husband,” I pushed my plate towards him, “Here take my pancakes, I’ve lost my appetite.” I walked up the stairs and slammed my door. I have feelings for Derrick. I’m jealous that he kisses other women and my mom. I actually like Derrick. I pressed my face against my pillow and screamed.

    I grabbed my headphones and lost myself in my music. I hate the fact that I have feelings for Derrick. He’s my mom’s husband. Who cheated on her, with another woman and me? I can’t believe I kissed my moms’ husband. I closed my eyes, to have a moment of serenity. When I opened my eyes I saw Derrick standing at the foot of my bed. I took of my headphones and said, “Ugh what do you possibly want?” “Well, look at you in a mood.  What’s wrong with you?” He sat on my bed and waited for me to answer him. I put back in my headphones to drown him out, but he yanked them out. “The fact that you kiss my mom knowing what you did makes me mad. I kissed you, that woman kissed you. And you act like you never did anything wrong.” He sighed and scooted closer. “Look everybody has their secrets, even married couples. These are my secrets. I do feel bad. Now trust me okay.” I nodded and he leaned in and kissed me. I knew this was wrong, but it felt right. He moved closer, getting on top of me. He tugged on my shirt as we made out. I pulled him closer as he kissed me. He took off my shirt and started kissing my neck. I pushed him away when he started moving his hands south. “What’s wrong,” he asked. “I’ve never done it before. And I don’t want my first time to be with my moms’ husband.” He sighed and said, “Okay, we don’t have to… that’s cool.” He got off me and lay by my side holding me. “Look I know this is wrong, but it just feels a little right.”

    He held me for what I think was an hour. He rubbed my arm and kissed my head. The door bell rang at the most peaceful time. “No,” I said as he got up. It was just so comfortable in his arms. As he walked away, he acted like the wind was blowing him away. I picked up my phone and scrolled through it. I looked at pictures of Jeremy and me before he moved and the day he moved. We had so many tears in our eyes in that picture. I was going to go downstairs when I heard a glass break. I quietly got up and slowly opened my door. I walked to the railing and looked downstairs. I thought it was all in my head, until the same girl that was kissing Derrick. The bleach blonde girl. She ran from my parents’ bedroom, terrified. She tripped and Derrick climbed on top of her. He wrapped his hands around her throat and started to strangle her. “You’re not going to ruin this for me,” Derrick said as he tightened his grip, “I knew I made a mistake kissing you, you bitch. You’re not telling anyone.” I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The same guy that was in my room holding me was downstairs killing someone. She clawed at his face, trying to get away. But he pressed harder. As she started to struggle, he grabbed a vase from the table and smashed it against her head. As he strangled her some more, she stopped moving. He got off of her panting. I was scared stiff. He looked up the stairs, I guessing checking if I saw. I crouched down against the wall hyperventilating. Derrick was a killer. I ran back to my room and quietly closed my door. I grabbed my phone and quickly texted Jeremy about what just happened. He thought I was kidding until I sent him a picture of blood on the floor. He told me that I should get out of there. But I told him, that since Derrick doesn’t know that I saw I’m in no danger. He kept telling me, to leave, but I calmed him down and told him I will leave. I got in my bed and hid myself under the sheets.