Her fingers curled as her eyes finished one of the many pages of her book. He stared at her from a far distance.
He was new and didn't know her. Yet he always came back to watch her read a book at the local library every day. Whenever she...
It's been a few weeks since the confession session with Dean and my hospital visit. I don't feel like I know him anymore, he's not the same person in my heart. I realized that I didn't know much about him at all. I have been spending my time at the library, hiding from any confrontation with Dean which was hard since I live with him now. He noticed that I am not around anymore, and I can tell it hurts him. I'm not scared of him or angry with him, I am just confused on who he really is.
When I opened the front door to the house, an aroma filled my nose. I traveled to the kitchen to find Dean creating a feast. "Are you having guests?" I asked. There was an abundant amount of food already made, it couldn't possibly be for the two of us.
"We are not having any guests, just the two of us," he explained and grabbed a plate of food. He led me to the dining room. There was a nice tablecloth covering the normal chestnut colored table. On top were glasses as well as the nice designed plates that he never used. Dean placed the food in the middle of the table and pulled out my chair. I sat down and allowed him to push me in.
"What is the special occasion?"
"I just wanted to make a special dinner for my girl." He placed a decent amount of food on my plate which made my mouth water. "You have been acting weird lately and I understand why, because of what I told you. I want you to know I love you and care for you." Dean sat down in his seat which was across from me. "You're never home anymore and I miss you being around. Athena, I need things to work out with us. You're the one thing that matters to me anymore."
I sighed, pulling my hair out of my face. "I don't feel like I know who you are anymore, you are very different from what I thought," I confessed. I didn't feel the need to lie to him, I know it would only make matters even worse. "I am living with a fucking murderer and I am okay with it, that's the problem. I am not having a normal reaction to this and I don't understand why! I ask myself every day when I am out, why I'm not freaking out." Because you are insane.
His eyes dropped down to his full plate when I finished my lecture. "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable with me. I did what I did because of what I was going through at the time, that's over now. There is no need for you to be concerned. I have changed who I was, I quit all the things that ruined me." I am not worried about myself.
"I am not scared that you are going to hurt me, I am worried about other people. Have you hurt other people? Killed people when you're dealing? I don't know who I am living with. I thought you were a sweet man who would never hurt a fly despite your past, I guess I was wrong." I wanted to ask every question in my head until all of them were answered. Would he kill again?
Dean got up from his seat and kneeled to me, grabbing my hand gently. "Ask me any question you want, and I promise to answer it. I want you to be comfortable with me, love." He brought my hand to his lips, giving it a kiss. "I have one condition. Every question you ask, you throw out a cigarette." I stared down at him, confused out of my mind. He smoked just as much as I did. I nodded anyway. I pulled my cigarettes out of my jacket and opened it. There was a very few left, meaning I only get a few questions.
"Do you have any siblings?" He shook his head no while taking one of my cigarettes. "Have you killed anyone else?" He shook his head, snatching another stick. "Where is your original town?"
"Texas," he answered. I eyed him, he was a long way from home. That was at least a few states where we were right now. He ignored my confused eyes while taking my second to the last cigarette.
"Will you ever leave me?" Was my final question. The question that mattered most to me, the thing that hurt me the most. He glanced up at me.
"I refuse to leave you unless you tell me to, otherwise you're stuck with me." He leaned up and gave a kiss on the lips. "Let's make a deal. Every day I will tell you something new about me, but you need to quit smoking those cigarettes." I mumbled a small 'why?' and he simply said, "they are killing you every day."
"You smoke more than me," I countered.
"I haven't smoked a cigarette since you went into the hospital." I haven't even noticed he hasn't smoked. Yet, I was never around to see him. "I am not letting you kill yourself for a small buzz. Athena, you mean so much to me you don't even know. I am not losing the one person I love." I nodded my head, agreeing to the deal. I understood if he gave something to me like information, I needed to put up my side of the deal. He gave me one last kiss before returning to his seat. Dinner went great, we talked and laughed. I no longer felt weird about who he is if he was willing to tell me who he was. Throughout dinner, he kept dropping little hints of his past while I did the same.
When dinner ended, Dean insisted on doing the dishes, but I cleaned the table and set up a movie for us to watch. He disappeared for a few minutes once he finished cleaning. As I was pouring the popcorn into a bowl, I heard him call out my name, so I followed his voice which was in the living room. He stood there with a goofy grin on his face. "What?" I smiled, not understanding his cheerful mood. He had something in his hands, but they were behind his back.
"Sit on the couch and close your eyes." I hesitantly did what he asked, waiting for my surprise. I felt a bundle of softness hit my palms. "Open." I stared down at my hands and saw a small kitten looking up at me. I was dumbfounded and excited at the same time. I was in complete awe with the kitten, I love animals. "Hi!" I said in a high-pitched voice which I usually do when I am overly happy. He had a natural tan color with dark brown spots scattered around his body. "You like it?"
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I wanted to scream "yes!" But the kitten would for sure get frightened. "I love him?" I asked, not knowing the gender. He nodded his head, it was a boy. "You don't understand how much I love this gift." The kitten crawled around my legs, digging its small claws into my jeans. "Does he have a name already?"
"That's for you to decide." Dean sat down next to me on the couch, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. "Whatever you want."
"Jupiter," I stated. I drew the kitten up to my face which he leaned into while purring. "Thank you, Dean."
"It is my pleasure, love." He kissed my forehead while turning the television on. I sat there questioning why he had gotten me an animal, a living thing that we would raise together. Now, don't get me wrong, I simply adore the kitten, but it raises questions. Too many for me to deal with now. Ever since I left the hospital my brain hasn't been screwed on straight. I look at everything suspiciously, asking myself why something is the way they are. The true intentions behind everyone's actions.
