Reality Not Fantasy

Part 6

The next morning I was jolted awake by the loud knocks on my door. I panicked, was that my boss, angry that I turned off my phone? Was that the police, believing Peter and convicting me for the crimes I might commit?

Whatever the reason, it was enough to get me out of bed and answer the door, maybe it was a good thing I feel asleep in my clothes, not changing into my PJs. Because I didn't have time to change. To my surprise, it was Brian at the door, looking terribly panicked.

"Felicia!" he exclaimed. "I'm so glad you answered, I was worried." he began to peek over my shoulder and scan my house.

I looked at him, puzzled. "Everything okay?"

"No, the murderer, Peter Butler, escaped early this morning. He killed one officer, and rendered many more unconscious. I thought your home would be his first target, since he has such an interest in you." he explained.

I was a little shocked at the news, but I was also a little relieved. He didn't die, and he escaped. I had no idea why I felt such relief, because he was a killer, who killed my own sister. But there was just something nice and sincere about him. Or was that the spell he put me on with those eyes?

"Really? Well, he hasn't stopped by here." I replied.

Brian didn't trust me and peered in further. "Are you sure?"

I stepped back and invited him in. "Check the whole house, nobody is hiding in here. I haven't seen him since last night. Trust me, I was happy to know that he was going to rot in jail." I told him as he ran about my house, checking every single little nook and cranny without trying to tear my entire house apart.

I just stood there and let him check the whole house. I was a little surprised with how panicked he was acting, and how suspicious he was of me. Five minutes passed and he was finally done. He approached me, his hair was somehow shaggier than it was when he knocked and he was panting.

"Okay, you don't have anybody hiding in your house." he told me.

"Really? Wow, thanks for checking. It wasn't like I would've known it myself or anything." I replied sarcastically.

He glared at me. "Look, Felicia, you have to be the first on the killer's hit list. Just watch out, he might strike at any time." he warned.

I laughed. "Really? I'm the first on his hit list? Who was it that brought him into the police last night? I think you should be warning yourself. If I was him, I'd go after you first."

He didn't like how lightly I was taking it, glaring at me even more and pushing by me to exit my house. "Fine, don't take this seriously. I won't be crying when you die."

I chuckled. "Liar. You'd be the first to cry if I died. Now go and run from the scary vampire. I'm going to get ready for work, or go back to bed. Whatever I feel like."

He didn't say a word as he walked off. I watched him get into his car and drive away before I closed the door. I checked around my small house and was glad that he didn't mess anything up that much. My mythical creature action figures and dinosaur toys were a little jostled, though, which mildly upset me.

I reset all of them, apologizing to them under my breath. Because all of them had their own little personalities, and I had bonded with each of them individually. Weird, I know. I thought this connection I had with my toys would've worn off once I "had a life" but, surprisingly, it stuck with me.

I sighed and continued to search my house, and after putting some couch cushions back on the couch and re-folding my throw blanket, I was content with the appearance. I headed back to bed, expecting to fall asleep, but Brian had startled me wide awake, I wasn't going to be getting any more sleep.