I walked into the house. I've never been so afraid to walk into a building in my life. There was a song playing somewhere.
Wait, that's our song. That's the song we would listen to when she fell asleep on my chest. While I would run hand through her soft soft hair. I miss her so much. No, I need to stay focused and straighten her out.
I walked up my stairs one by one. Then I heard singing. Her voice was so beautiful. I felt entranced by it.
I walked into my room and saw the light on in my bathroom. Her voice filled the room. She was singing along to our song.
I walked into the bathroom. There she was. As beautiful as ever with just a towel wrapped around her torso. She stopped singing and turned to face me.
“ANDI!” She jumped onto me knocking us both to the floor and kissed me. And we laid there like that for what felt like an hour.
Everything felt safe and sound and all the fear I had built up had faded away. But then I remembered. I pushed her off and scooted away from her until my back was pressed against a wall.
“You killed someone Dee! That's not ok!” I said trying to be angry when actually I was so happy to see her I was about to cry. “And you scared me to death! You up and abandoned me for- for years! And then you just show up like nothing happened!? I missed you so much! I felt like part of me was missing! And you didn't even care!”
“Of course I did Andi! I was never more than a mile away from you! I had to keep a distance so I could do what I needed to do, but I never really left! You're my soul mate!” She pleaded back nearly breaking into tears. “I love you Andi!”
I didn't want to say it back but it didn't really seem like I had much of a choice. My mouth had other plans. “I love you too, Dee!” I quickly went over to her and wrapped her in my arms. That's when I made my second mistake. “Your he Dee. That's all that matters!”
“So I can stay?” She cried into my shoulder.
“Yes of course. Forever.”
I didn't know it then, but I had just done something terrible and wonderful. At that moment my life would never be the same. Maybe that was ok.
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Life was different now, I always had a reason to come home now, I wasn't lonely anymore, and I felt happy… For the first time in such a long time.
Maybe I was dreaming, maybe things couldn't really be this good, they couldn't be.
It wasn't…
I got home after work with a smile on my face. The smell of freshly baked cookies filled the house, mixed with another smell I wasn't familiar with. A disgusting smell. I walked into the kitchen to find cookies in the oven. A smile crossed my lips.
Then I heard something fall upstairs, so I ran up to investigate. The hallways were dark and empty which put me on edge for some reason, but yet again, the light in my bathroom was lit up. I walked in and instead of the held naked woman I was expecting, I got something a bit more grisoly.
“What are you doing Dee!” I screamed at her.
She looked back at me knife in hand. “Just cleaning up.” She smiled. She shoved her knife back into the body she was carving.
My beautiful white bathtub was covered in blood. And whoever the poor man she was chopping up was, I sincerely hoped there death was quick and painless.
“Why!?” I yelled back. “Is there like a purpose to doing that?”
“It’s easier to burn a body that's in pieces.” she smiled.
“What did this guy do to deserve this?” I was so confused. I knew each and every person on her hit list, but I had recognition of this person.
“I don't know… maybe he looked at me the wrong way… I just really needed to kill someone. It's been about a week since the last time I had some me time like this.”
“Me time?” I felt sick to my stomach.
“It's the only thing that calms me down.” She looked back at my disgusted face. “Hey! Everybody has their guilty pleasures!”
“Sure, but normally those pleasures don't make someone actually guilty.”
“Well, you know...” She went back to what she was doing.
“I know what!?” I said angrily.
“Ugh, it’s just one guy.” She shrugged.
“One guy that won't be able to see his family again, or any of the people who love him!” I yelled.
She ignored me.
“Dalilah, look at me.”
She started to cry.
“Dee…” I walked over to her and sat on my knees. “Look at me please.”
She looked up at me with tears in her eyes.
“Why do you feel an urge to do this?”
“I don't know…” she sniffed.
“I can help you. I can make you better, but you can't kill people anymore, ok?” I said softly.
“Ok…” she curled up in my arms, getting blood on my shirt, but I ignored it. She cried for a long long time. And we just sat there.
A while later she finished up her job and we went downstairs and ate her slightly burnt cookies, but I didn't mind. We laughed and laughed. Talked about life and the past and the future and everything in between.
She disposed the body in the fireplace. As she finished, she turned to me.
“Where am I going to sleep?”
“I guess my bed. I'll sleep down here on the couch.”
She stood up. “Nonsense. I'm the intruder, I get the couch.” She smiled.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“One Hundred percent!” She posed in the most adorable way.
“Ok.” I smiled. “Well, good night then.”
“Nighty night!” She waved.
I turned around and walked upstairs. I walked into my room and crawled into bed. I couldn't wait to see her the next day. It was the only thing on my mind. I happily fell asleep.
