My Killer Girlfriend

Chapter 11

   Lexi went to bed, she is troubled I can tell, but I stayed up I always work out when I'm stressed.  I think about the events of the day while I finish up my set of push ups.  I stand up and jump to grab the lone water pipe on our roof supplying water to the apartments above us.

   It had sprung a leak last year and, much to my dismay, was spraying water all over the living room.  I quickly wrapped it in a towel and and ran out to the store to get a quick patch for it.  

   When I came back there was an inch of water on the living room hardwood, thank god the other two rooms are raised, and Lexi was stomping and splashing in the water, she was giggling so much and smiling so wide, it took my breath away.  I was still upset that she wasn't even trying to fix it though.

   She looked up from her feet and noticed me standing in the doorway, staring at her.   She blushed and giggled  "Oops.  Sorry, but look! It's raining inside!  I mean, look it."  She splashed me and giggled.  I was shocked, and then angry, and then I just laughed.

 I ran into and scooped her up and then dipped her hair in the water.  I laid her down in the water and splashed her.  She giggled the whole time and splashed me back.  We sat there in our flooded living room, soaked, and laughing.

   A new couch and flooring later and here we are.  I strain to get my last pull up.  I pull my chin to the pipe and then hop down and start my situps.  I love that girl, but she is a trouble-maker.  Trouble-maker is an understatement, but I can't help myself.

    She is just trying to survive, she can't help that she was born disturbed, and she especially can't help that she is adorable.  She is like a murderous kid, in woman's body.  She really tries to be normal, but she can't be.  Deep down, I think that's why I fell in love with her.

   She is so much different than any girl I have met before, some ways are good, some, not so much, but other than her late night killing sprees, she is perfect.  I hope one day she doesn't need to hurt people to live with herself.

    I finish my sit ups and stand up.  I walk into the kitchen and get a glass of water.  The sound of the water hitting the glass echo's through the almost empty apartment.  I worry that it might wake Lexi up, so i shut it off quickly.  I chug the water down, I realize how sweaty I am and take my shirt off.

   I consider taking a shower, but since the shower is in our bedroom, I decide against it.  I wouldn't want to get killed, figuratively or literally for waking my girlfriend up.  I laugh quietly to myself, then head into the bedroom.  As soon as I opened the door I knew something was wrong.

    It was too cold in our bedroom.  Lexi can't sleep unless she is very warm, she will crank the heat up before she goes to bed, and then curl up in a pile of blankets.  I look to the right where our bed is and realize that it is empty.  I see that the bathroom light is on and I rush into the room and glance around quickly, confirming that Lexi isn't in the room anywhere.

    I try not to panic, but hurry into the bathroom.  She isn't in here.  I open the shower curtain and there is nothing behind it.  I turn and look at the bathroom sink.  My heart drops.  There is blood all over the sink and mirror.  Too much blood.  I know it is. I run out of the bathroom and see why the room is cold.  The bedroom window is wide open.

    Too much blood.  She can't have lost that much blood and be ok.  There is even blood on the window sill.  I put my head out the open window and look around.  She isn't in sight, but there are drops of blood all over the cement walkway outside.  Too much blood.  I can't get that thought out of my head.  I start to cry.  I push my head further out the window and yell "Lexianne!!!"  That's too much blood.