In Love With A Sociopath

Chapter 36

Mary's POV

"What you got there?"

I turn around quickly; Kevin pulled my out of my trance.

"Oh.", I sigh and close my fist on the piece of jewelry that's still intact after years of wearing and shoving into the back of my dresser,"It's just the charm bracelet you got me."

He tilts his head in confusion,"What bracelet?"

"Don't you remember?", I hold it up in the light,"12th grade? March 14th?"

He comes closer and takes the bracelet in his hand,"Oh right. Our supposed Valentine's day. I didn't know you still had it."

"Well, it was one of my favorite presents.", I mumble,"And you put such good use to the present I gave you, that I felt I should return the favor."

Kevin breaks out into laughter,"Oh shit, you're right! God, I wish I still had that thing. Could have made some good use out of it."

I gave him an incredulous look. When I gave him that arrow, it was quite obvious that it wasn't so he could use it to kill several people.

I'm sure he knows this to be true. But I really doubt he cares.

"You really have no remorse, do you?", I say quiety,"You really wouldn't take back what you did?"

Before answering me, Kevin gives me a testy look,"Prison wasn't that bad. Besides, what good would they have done anyway? We didn't exactly need them around here, now did we?"

He responded so casually, that I just stared at him with my mouth agape.

 Although something that surprises me a little more is the fact that I'm still shocked. I should be used to his callousness and ruthlessness.

But there's still a part of me that hasn't lost all my hope in him.

It makes me feel about 10 times more foolish because I'm a clinical psychologist. I should know better.

So why don't I just pick up the phone and call the police right now?

He didn't even show concern when I got attacked. He showed curiosity and anger...but no concern. No empathy.

"Hey.", he nudges my shoulder and narrows his eyes,"Whatcha thinkin'?"

"Nothing.", I force a smile on my face,"But we should get going pretty soon, Kevin. Each second is pretty useful to us right now."

"You're right.", he goes over to our bed and pulls the suitcase over his shoulder,"Get Celia and meet me in the car in 5 minutes."

"Ok.", I whisper.

He puts the bracelet back into my hand and walks out. After looking at the sentimental piece of jewelry for a few seconds longer, I tuck it away into my pocket.

I go over to the dresser and go through the drawers. I find Kevin's old medication and tuck that away into my pocket as well.

Even though it didn't help him as much...it did help his psychosis. Who knows. There may come a day, and something tells me that there will, and he may need it more than ever.

Better safe than sorry.

But this is an ongoing battle that I've been fighting. And although it feels like Kevin's right next to me...It also seems like he's my opponent. 

It's literally 50 percent on each side and I'm just so...tired of having to deal with the constant stress and anxiety from being a relationship that both poisons and heals my mind.