Diary of a Sociopath

Chapter 16- Overprotective

"If you have something to say, it's best that you just say it." She said, obviously frustrated with me. My attention stayed hard on the paper in front of me before she forced it away from my gaze, using her palm to hit it down flat in front of me. In my defense, she has been pulling away from me ever since the Detective saved the burglar at the Valentine's mixer. She was constantly looking for an excuse to talk to him, making me insecure in her feelings for me.

"I have nothing to say."

"Bull." She said stern-almost with rage as she stood with a deep glare in my specific direction. "Tell me."

"It's just my insecurities..."

"So it's about Victor?"

I remained quiet. If I were to unleash my true thoughts on the man, it would not be pretty. There wouldn't be a single person left in this town that did not succumb under my hand-and to top of the anger-frosting, she seemed to fall under his thrall.

"Stop spacing out on me!' She demanded as she pulled me from the bar and towards the sink. "Tell me why the hell you look at him like...like you want to kill him..."

My eyes went wide. Could she read my thoughts through the way I looked to him? Did she know he sparked that craving I tried so very hard to suppress? Did she know about it at all? My pulse began to race as I moved closer to her. And like most times I felt busted, my words came out before I could stop them.

"I do. I want to kill any man who you admire. A rage builds up inside of me at the thought of losing you to someone else..." I did not give her the option to speak, as I carried on with my thought. "The fact that you spend almost all your free time with him...or make excuses to go see him...makes me fearful of losing you...as if you would rather be with him..."

She turned away from me, leaving me vulnerable in the kitchen before pushing hard against my chest.

"You are such a jerk sometimes! The reason I am over there so frequently is because he has been talking to me about the crime around here, and how he thinks my house is a perfect stake out for the worst of the worst."

"What's wrong with his house?"

"Mine is on the corner. My house blocks the vision from his house." This did make sense as I saw him appear to be monitoring something at odd hours-usually at night or early morning.

"I don't understand..."

"He would use a room in this house, preferably an upstairs one, where he would set up radios and monitors-stuff like that, to pick up the activity. Specifically someone named Ramone."

I froze. Either Hunter was an awful detective-not knowing his culprit was currently going crazy with visions caused by dehydration and starvation, or he was testing to see my reaction. So for her, I remained still, almost as if the name meant nothing-which at one point-it would have.

"That puts Matthew in danger-"

"He just wants to set up some cameras, and at five, come change out the tapes. It's the least I can do since he saved the store from that burglar-"

"It was a lucky sight."

"He did have a gun...and it could have gotten bad."

"But it didn't."

"Yes." She turned, maybe realizing it was a dead-end conversation and no matter how much hype she gave him-I would never see the Detective as anything but a road block.

That night, I awoke to find the bed beside me empty. Not so much as a sound was heard nearby, and so I withdrew myself from my slumber and scanned the house. Fearful of somebody trying to come after her, again. But instead, I found her on the porch, walking back and forth, attempting to whisper. Having a cigarette between her fingers, she suddenly stopped upon a squeak caused by my foot, before rushing into the house. Checking on the rooms, she saw Matthew still asleep, snuggling with a pillow close against his chest, before turning to see me emerge down the hall. Forcing my heavy eyes to be even worse, I forced my tired expression before her eyes looked fearful towards me.

"What are you doing up?"

"I could ask you the same..."

"Just stressed about the shooter...scared he might retaliate...plus Matthew is having problems at school-bullies and such..."

"Please come back to bed."

"I have a lot on my mind. I don't want to sleep.'

And suddenly, her mood changed. She wasn't the carefree woman she seemed a few weeks prior. She was cold and strict-and secretive. Keeping things from me...