In Love With A Sociopath

Chapter 9

Mary's POV

—————————————————————-5 years later———————————————————————————————-

Wow, where is the cookie section in this store? Even at 21 years old, I still have the taste pallet that of a 4 year old girl. It doesn't matter though. Cookies are amazing. And it's not just because of the chocolate.

Wow. 21 years old. 

21 years old and I'm still spending my days thinking of Kevin. 

It's been 5 years since the incident. He should actually  be out of prison by now. I can't help but wonder where he is. If he still sees his mother. If he has a job. You know. The usual stuff. 

My phone rings. 

It's Denny. 

I purse my lips and put the phone to my ear,"Hey, Denny. How's it going?"

"Oh, um hey Mary. I was just wondering if you wanted to go see a movie tonight?", he says with a small stutter. Not gonna lie, I think it's totally adorable. 

"Well, it depends.", I say in a kind of teasing voice,"Will there be popcorn?"

He laughs,"Of course. Is there anything in particular that you wanted to watch?"

I think for a minute,"No, not really. Just surprise me."

"Will do.", he says,"I'll um...see you tonight."

"Yes you will.", I smile,"See ya."

Denny and I just started going out about a month ago. He's the first person who I've even gone out with since Kevin. For the past five years, I was just so upset about having the person I loved ripped away from me that I didn't really know how I was supposed to react. I didn't want anyone else. Kevin is a killer. He's a criminal. He's a sociopath. 

But I love him. I still do.

When Denny and I met, it near the end of college. I ended up majoring in Psychology and right now I'm doing my PhD so I can become a professional psychologist. But anyway, Denny asked me to prom. It took a lot of flirting and fancy asking gimmiks, but I eventually said yes.

He's a great guy. Very kind and very supportive. He's never done anything to hurt me.

Or anyone else....

I actually only kissed him yesterday. It was really awkward and kind of uncomfortable for me because throughout the entire time, I was just thinking of Kevin. 

Honestly, I hate myself for this. How is it fair that someone like Kevin can take so much space in my mind. He doesn't deserve it.

But do I?

I still can't forget the first day when I met him. Those black eyes looking into mine. It was a piercing glare. But it's also the first thing that pulled me towards him.

Even though Kevin killed several people from school, he never laid a hand on me. It actually surprised me. There were many times when Kevin and I were so angry with each other, we've stormed out of the door. He's said things he didn't mean and I did the same.

But he never ever hurt me. He's always respected me. And, ironically, he always told me he hates it when he hears stories of rape. He thinks it's the most despicable deed that anyone can ever inflict on someone. 

"I just don't see the point in it. It's better to just kill them and get it over with." That's the way he said it.

In a very strange and macabre way, he was very intellectual.