The Sociopath Who Ate My Cereal

"The Buffalo Bill wannabe murdered my cat."

Chapter 3

"Candice."

"Yes mom."

"You should really be more excited love. Your best friend is back home."

"I would hardly call him my best friend." I said bitterly.

"Oh boy. You two always hung around each other when you were younger." She said as though that was what constituted a friendships. Tom and Jerry were always around each other and that didn't make them friends.

"Mom he hates me. Like actually hates me."

"Oh silly. Apparently according to his psychiatrist he can't actually hate anyone." She said with a teeth showing grin. My mother everyone.

"I don't see you making a joke out of this as appropriate."

"What? If you can't laugh about something what's the point. He's the same kids he's always been. And we've all known he was a little off." I paused. I was surprised my mother noticed it. "Don't look so shocked your mother notices things. I may be getting no old but it's definitely not time to ship me off to a nursing home. I've watched Lucas grow up. He's volatile. He put a good facade on for everyone but you watch closely enough his eyes give everything away."

"Then how can you ever consider him coming back a good thing? Mom he's dangerous."

"Yea so is an old lady behind a wheel. So is a mother who is protecting her babies. So is Donald Trump becoming president. A lot of people can be dangerous. And let me tell you out of the three things I mentioned Lucas is the least of out of all of them."

I didn't saw anything. Regardless of what I told my mother she'd still find a way to defend him. "So it really doesn't bother you?"

"No, not really. And so what if he's as crazy as The Joker? He was the one who helped paint the outside of the house that one summer. He cooked you soup that one time you were sick. He even saved you from drowning that one time at the lake. Plus after what he did..." She trailed off. We didn't talk about what got Lucas locked up. "Anyway who am I to judge? He's always been the same old Lucas."

Yea he was the same old Lucas. Mean and vindictive and cruel. He's always been like that. But god forbid anyone believe me.

I just sighed.

After classes ended I sped home hoping to catch my mother and flee the country before Lucas decided to make a stop by.

Unfortunately when my mother found out he was back she actually jumped up and down and clapped her hands in excitement.

Traitor.

Now we were sitting at the counter in our kitchen waiting for the big bad wolf to blow the whole house down.

"But mom..."

"Don't be so silly Candice. Buck up."

"There's still time to run. He's not here. We can start a whole new life. We can change our names. You can finally pretend you're my sister! See everyone wins here. We escape the maniac and you lose a couple of decades!" I said clapping my hands in satisfaction.

My mother was not so amused. I took a slight step back at her glare. "I'm ignoring you now. Go to your room."

"So I've been sentenced to my room and am unable to attend dinner as my punishment?" I asked hopefully.