The Macabre ➸ Psycho C.R.

《14》

-Darcie-

"Why on earth did you lie to me, Darcie?" Steven questioned for the fifth time since we had arrived back home.

I was sat on the couch, an old t-shirt over my bandage clad shoulder, and some grey sweatpants on my bottom half.
It was strange to be back home...the windows were open and there were no locks on any doors.

Not much longer after Steven had kicked Chandler put of the hospital room, the doctor did their final check ups and sent me home. Ever since, there was tension in the air, and I didn't know what to do about it.

"Darcie, you're going to have to answer me sooner or later." He said, sitting on the armchair opposite me.

"I never lied." I muttered, causing Steven's eyebrows to raise.

"Never lied? Never lied, Darcie? Excuse my language, but what kind of bullshit is that?" He replied in a calm tone, yet he was obviously angry.
"You tell me all this nonsense about you being 'ill', but really you're staying with him? Chandler of all people?! Do you even know who he is? What he's capable of?"

"He's not that bad." I replied, still quietly. Not that bad? Really, D... Darce?
"He was helpful when I found out that Rachel was out with Olivia behind my back." Helpful? Sure, if murdering two girls out of anger is helpful.
"I've made friends through him." Right. One guy who just seems like a happier version of Chandler and a sly bitch who burned your hand.

"If he's been such a good influence on you, how comes I get a call from the hospital telling me that all of a sudden you've just been shot?" Steven said, less calm this time. "Was that just some friendly target practice? A game or something?"

"No! It wasn't him!" I fought back. "I've told you...I was mugged. Two guys. One had a gun." A half lie. Sure, it happened. But we both killed them weeks ago.
"Mental illness doesn't make him any different from you or me, Steve. You of all people ought to know that."

Silence.

"I know...he isn't stable. But he was okay. Chandler was just...taking care of me while you weren't here. That...kiss was a shock." I half lied.

Why am I standing up for him? Sure. He hasn't hurt me...I was shot, but not by him...he didn't want that to happen. In fact...he's sort of kept me safe. Given me food, a place to stay, someone to talk to- this can't be some Stockholm syndrome shit, right?

"I have news, anyway." Steven broke the silence eventually with a quiet mutter. "It would've been more exciting for you if I was in a better mood, but now it has to happen undoubtedly."

I looked up at him, blankly, waiting for 'the news'.

"My trip to Colorado...the main reason I went was for a large meeting regarding psychiatrist placements across the states. I've gotten a job offer over there, and the money is great. I looked through real estate...and I put up an offer for this really beautiful house in the suburbs. It was accepted."

"What?" I replied, letting the information sink in. "We're moving? To Colorado?"

Steven nodded. "In a month."

One month?!

"But...school. I have finals soon and-"