Remembered yet Forgotten

The Psycho Next Door

I could see it on his face. The guilt, and the terror. I would get up to punch him, but I'm to weak to do anything at all. The girls look scared, but so am I. Who knows what he could do?

"Go away, I don't need your help. Just go."

"Leave her alone or you will have to deal with me." He was very demanding it was frightening yet attractive.

"You wouldn't hit a girl!" The girl said.

"Your a girl? I couldn't tell from that bulge in your pants. I thought that was a dick."

"Whatever you bitch." And all the girls walked away, though trying not to laugh.

"I didn't need your help I can handle myself! Now go away before I call the cops on you, you fucking bastard."

"You think anyone will believe your pathetic little story. What evidence do you have? Oh wait that's right you don't have any!" His tone was very annoying.

"Well go away. I don't want i be around someone like you. Someone who kidnaps and tortures innocent minors!"

"Shut the hell up! You have no idea what your talking about. That is not how it is at all. I'm not some monster. I didn't want to do those things. So just shut your fucking mouth."

"Oh really?! Then explain it to mean then!"

"If I didn't they would have killed me! I don't know about you but breathing is good!"

"I rather be dead than hurt innocent people," I whisper.

"You say that but it's different when your actually in that position. And nobody's innocent," he says nonchalantly.

"I'm leaving now," i said as I stormed off.

2 Hours Later

"Hello?" I ask. "Anyone home?"

I listen for movement or talking send hear nothing. Telling me no one is there. I walk forward the kitchen until I feel someone touch me. I shriek loudly realizing it was him.

"How did you get in here?" I demand.

"Through an open window. I saw it through my room."

"Wait your room? Where do you live?"

He points to the house next door and everything inside of me dies.