Diary of a Sociopath

Chapter 17- Suspicions of a Lover

I knew something was wrong with her for at least a month. The way she snapped at Matthew and I over everything we did. If I didn't fully dry a dish before placing it in the cabinet, she would grow too angry to speak and place it back in the sink to be redone. If I left the toilet seat up or the faucet dripping, she would grow slam the seat or knob down until it nearly broke. And she was always avoiding me, hiding in the bathroom whenever I was up. Even being gone at strange times. Usually always the same time; eleven in the morning. But she never met anyone, and sat in her car-calling someone-and other times I would try to follow and lose her as she would get on a bus to go wherever she was going. But all the buses look alike and confuse me...needless to say; I lost her.

It had been a month and a half until I confronted her. She was sitting on the porch after Matthew went to sleep as she stared at the rain falling hard to the ground. I took a seat next to her before trying to fight the craving growing deep inside. But as I spoke, she let out a sigh-as if my existence bothered her.

"If you don't want me to stay here anymore-"

"Why would you say that?" She snapped.

"You haven't slept next to me in over a month...anytime I come close to you, you hide in the bathroom. During the day, you make strange calls in your car and take the bus to an unknown location. Your impatient with me and I think it's because you don't want to be with me anymore..."

"Are you following me?"

I nodded, shameless in my caring for her. She shook her head almost as if she couldn't believe it before standing flat on her feet.

"First off, I don't need you following me. I had my quiffs in the past, but I'm better. I am more aware-maybe even a little paranoid. Second, I'm 'snapping' at you because I can't control my hormones-because I'm pregnant." It was like someone shot adrenaline to my heart upon hearing this. A little Lincoln or Ava running around. The thought made me happy-not petrified as I initially felt.

"The phone calls?"

"I was calling my doctor, I took the bus for appointments because I didn't want anyone seeing my car at the gynecologist. The reason I've been in the bathroom when you wake up is because of morning sickness...am I missing anything?"

I shook my head. "To be honest, I'm terrified. Matthew pesters me about a sibling and I don't have the best track record. I had two miscarriages before Matthew...and the doctor said I was lucky to have just him...I almost didn't recover...It's what tore Ray and I apart...."

"I'm not going anywhere." I reassured her as tears formed in her eyes. "I am just surprised-that's all. A little confused...but-"

"Confused?"

"I never thought I could have children. Been told ever since I was twelve.."

"Why?"

"An accident with a hammer."

"Oooh...." She winced at the thought before my hand connected with hers.

"I don't really know what to do to help you, but please tell me...because I want you comfortable and at ease...no stress..."

She nodded. "Thank you. All I want right now is to tell Matthew-but I have to wait because I don't want to get his hopes up only to crush them if something happens."

"I promise you no stress, you are ordered to stay in bed-"

"I have to work."

"While your pregnant?"

"It's up to me. If I can move, I can work."

"Are you gonna rest?"

She nodded. "When I get home. After I have the baby. For about two months-then go back to work." She then rose from the seat. "Someone's gotta work around here." She teased-knowing I only worked a few hours-but got paid three times what anyone in town does. Being a research analyst had its perks. Most of them being I had most of my time free.

"How do you feel about it?" She tore my thoughts from my mind as she spoke aloud.

"What?"

"The baby?"

"Excited. Nervous....I want you to stay relaxed."

"I will." She said-almost aggravated. "Right now, I'm craving a hot bath and a glass of nice cold ice water."

"Coming right up." She smiled before entering the house. Right before I could follow her, I saw a glimmer from the corner of my eye. A flash of a camera coming from my side. My gaze caught it just enough to see through the storm. It was Victor. He was on his top floor, the room facing the porch. Taking photographs of Ava and I.