Beautifully Insane

Chapter Fourteen

     I looked over and almost fell out of my seat. I couldn't believe who was standing in front of me. I was expecting someone daunting. Someone to have that look where a person knows better not to cross them. Someone who looked like they would be part of a mafia. Someone who has the right connections to have a guy named Bugs kill you without leaving any evidence behind. Someone other than Mr. Rogers. Mr. Rogers looked at me. "It's nice to see you made it out of the asylum, Paige."
"You two know each other?" Mitch asked curiously.
"I didn't think a math teacher made this much," I tell Mr. Rogers while looking around the room to indicate the fancy mansion.
"I'm not just a math teacher my dear," Mr. Rogers informed me.
I was afraid to ask what he does other than teaching math to teenagers. It couldn't be worse than killing people no matter if it was one or a hundred. Mr. Rogers looked down after feeling pressure above his ankles to see Kurama. "Whose the little guy?" Mr. Rogers asked.
I introduced Mr. Rogers to Kurama and explained own Mitch and I found him. "I'll make sure he doesn't make any messes."
"You keep surprising me Paige. First you commit murder, blind my ex-wife from one of her eyes, escaped the asylum with my son, and managed to steal a car with a dog in it," Mr. Rogers confessed, shaking his head with a smirk.
Ex-wife? I echoed. He couldn't mean...Dr. Rosario?
They are roughly around the same age, Charlie pointed out.
That must be why Dr. Rosario had resentment towards Mitch not because he is a killer, I thought while putting the pieces together without the evidence of why they have split up.
I placed my fork down as I was finished with my meal as Mr. Rogers walked over to the pot.
Mr. Rogers dipped his fingers and retrieved a piece of broccoli and putting it into his mouth. "I'm sure you would like to take a shower in a more comfortable environment?" Mr. Rogers aimed his question towards me.
I nodded as I watched Mr. Rogers motion Glen to come closer and politely asked Glen to escort me to one of the bathrooms upstairs.
     Walking towards the bathroom with Glen. I stared at my feet. After looking over to Glen, I asked, "What exactly does Mr. Rogers do for a living?"
"He is a conman, a hit man, and a teacher," Glen answered.
"Sounds tough to keep them separated from each other."
"When he can't be there to do the job, he usually sends me. I do say, I do a splendid job."
I smiled as Glen stopped in front of the bathroom to open the door.
"I'm sure I can find something of Mr. Wright's clothes for you to wear until we can get you some clothes of your own."
"Thank you," I say stepping into the bathroom.
I closed the door and locked it before turning around to see the rest of the bathroom. I saw that the shower was made out of glass. It made me nervous how anyone could walk in and see everything. I opened the glass shower door to turn the handle to allow the water to pour down from the shower head.
    Standing in the middle of the shower with the hot water pouring onto my skin, my mind started to wondering around. Who could their enemies be? Are they really that dangerous as what Mitch makes them out to be?
I placed my forehead on the copper brown tile wall, opposite from the three glass surrounding walls. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. What am I doing with me life? I asked myself, I'm not a criminal.
Or so you think, an unknown, callous voice made itself known.
I turned around quickly as I could have sworn I saw something towering over me. My heart pounded against my rib cage as something moved in the corner of my eye. It was a black, ghastly figure. I shut my eyes and covered my ears as I started to hear deathly screams. "Charlie, make it stop," I whimpered.
It's alright now. You can look up now Paige, Charlie assured me.
I cautiously raised my head from my knees that were pressed tightly against my chest to see that there was nothing out of the ordinary. The giant bathroom was just a bathroom. I gulped hard while getting back into my two feet. "What was that?" I asked Charlie.
I don't know, Charlie answered honestly, and I don't like it.
Charlie wasn't the only one. It was unlike him to not have at least one idea. "Hopefully it was just a one time thing," I wished as I turned the water off.
     I was relieved that Glen managed to find an old outfit from Mitch's closet that fit me. The pants were a little big, but I made it work. I rubbed a light blue towel against my soaking wet hair as I walked past a door to get back to the living room I was introduced to when I first walked into the marvelous mansion. "What were you thinking of bringing her here?" I overheared Mr. Rogers austerely shout.
"I wouldn't be standing in front of you if I didn't have her help," Mitch argued. "What did you want me to do, ditch her?"
"You sound as if you have a heart."
I stopped walking to stand where they couldn't see me through the one inch crack from the door being opened, contemplating on whether I should continue on listening or leave them to have a private conversation. I shook my head and took a small step in front of me. "Don't tell me," Mr. Rogers resumed to speak, "you fallen for her, haven't you?"
My eyes widened as my body froze. I knew that in any case Mitch does like me, I don't think he would have shared personal stories, such as him loosing a baby, if he didn't, but could it be possible legal that he loves me? I pondered. I shifted my glance behind me to the door. My cheeks started to feel hot. My heart felt as if it had stopped beating out of the fear I sensed from imagining what Mitch's response was going to be. I couldn't tell whether or not Mitch had answered his father. It was silent. "Mitch, you know it's too dangerous to have a relationship of any form," Mr. Rogers reminded him after letting out a deep sigh. "Have you told her?"
"I'm scared too," Mitch finally spoke.
The shuffling of footsteps approaching closer to the door made my legs start moving swiftly, yet quietly, down the hallway.
     Entering the living room, I spotted Kurama resting in front of the light fireplace from a safe distance. I leaned against the arch and watched Kurama from afar, consciously admiring his cuteness. I gazed to the left of me to see Glen inching his way over. "Is me being here a mistake?" I asked, hoping he would be blunt, no matter how insensitive it might seem.
"It's not my place to say," Glen responded, "in my personal opinion, if I may, you are right where you are supposed to be."
Glen's words touched my heart as I felt my eyes start to water while I believed that he was telling the truth.
"Besides, who best to be with but your own, insane kind."
I beamed as a way of saying 'thank you' for the reassurance.
    It was strange being in a serial killer's bedroom. They say that a person's room is a reflection of the owner's personality. It was hard to tell if the spotlessness of the room was from Glen cleaning or Mitch being naturally neat. The walls were blue which helped confirm that his favorite color was indeed blue. A tall bookshelf stood in the corner of the right side of the room. On the first two shelves were mostly fiction that either had to deal with history, mystery, and supernatural. Towards the bottom were books that looked as if they were based on love. The bed looked as if it could have been a queen with the pillows centered in the middle. It made me question if Mitch was really ready for this kind of commitment. He hasn't shared a side of the bed with anyone if for some long. Came to think of it, I haven't either. The door opened for me to see Mitch. I wonder what him and his father have been discussing all this time? I surmised.
Before Mitch could say anything, I spoke, "Mitch, if you're not ready for love or anything relatively close to it, don't force yourself."
Mitch was taken back as he had the expression on his face that he wasn't expecting that to come our of my mouth. His chest raised high for a brief moment before he exhaled unsteadily through his nose. "You were listening?"
"Only until your father started to walk around," I admitted to eavesdropping.
Mitch smiled while he took a step closer to slide his hand into mine. As he took a seat at the edge of his bed, he gently pulled me closer therefore I could stand in front if him. Looking down into Mitch's bright blue eyes, brighter than a sky on a clear, sunny day, he raised his hand slowly to gently stroke my cheek before placing a strand of hair behind my ear. "We were discussing how I felt about you. How I'm scared...terrified of love. Dad reassured me that, since he known you for a good three years, I couldn't have not picked a better person," Mitch paused as he hooked his fingers into mine.
Mitch's pause began to make me concerned as it lasted for almost a minute. Something was wrong. I touched Mitch's cheek as I had a feeling what Mr. Rogers had probably told him. "I can't stay?" I guessed what Mitch intended to get to the end of the conversation painless as possible.
Tears started to pour out of Mitch's eyes uncontrollably down the sides of his face. He lowered his head, sobbing into my stomach. I scratched the back of Mitch's head softly with my low-cut fingernails. I was disappointed I couldn't stay, but a part of me was relieved that I didn't have to worry about the burden of looking over my shoulder, even if Mitch was worth it. I wiped Mitch's tears away as I made him look at me.
"It's alright," I tell him, soothing my voice to calm him down. "I'm sure we will find a way to see each other."
Mitch nodded as he guided me onto the bed while he laid down. He placed his arms around me at the same time I rested my forehead in the crest of his neck and rested my hand flat on his chest.