Obsessed {A Dexter Fan fiction}

Chapter One

Remember the rules.

The thoughts replayed in my head in my dad's voice as I was sprinting down the alley of Miami streets.

I did a quick double take, and saw that they were still running. I sighed and quickly hid behind a corner. It was dark enough to not see me slip away. I looked down the street, and directly next to me was a crow bar. I chuckled slightly to myself and picked it up.

I looked around the corner and saw them running. Man, were they slow. Once they reached past me, I stared chasing them. I was right on their tails, and I was about to hit the bigger one on the head. All of a sudden, a black muscle car shows up and the two get in and drive away.

"Fuck." I whisper to myself.

There've seen my face. They know how I work.

As I start to walk away, I take my phone out to check the time.

2:31

''Ahh, early bird gets the worm.'' I say louder than a whisper.

I walk down the street with one or two cars passing every 10 minutes or so. I try to keep my face hidden my whenever a car went speeding down the street.

I was headed out to where my dad said to go whenever this shit happened. It wasn't a bar, because at age 12 I was not old enough to go to a bar. It was more like a grocery store. That not many people knew of. If anyone asked me about it, I would say I didn't know of it. Why? The rules.

After about ten minutes of dodging cars and people, I finally reached the store type thing. I walk in trying to be very nonchalant. As I walk around, I take my phone out and text my dad.

'Dad, I'm at the place. Can you come get me?' I type slowly and hit send.

I wait for about five minutes for my dad to reply. While waiting, I walked around and picked up different items and read the backs, as if I was some type of organic freak.

I felt my phone go off in my pocket and I reached in and grabbed it.(wow sorry that sucked.)

'Yeah, give me 6 minutes' my dad had sent.

I smiled to myself, knowing the humor of my father. I slid my phone back in my pockets and felt around.

I had everything that was supposed to be in my pocket but one thing.

My pocket knife.

"What the fuck?" I whispered to myself.

I tried to recall where I might have set it down, but then it hit me. When I was running past the two men, one of them got ahold of me. They must have grabbed it out of my pocket. But what would they want with it?

I was cut off by my phone vibrating telling me my father was here.

I walked out of the old building and went into my dad's Jeep Patriot.

"Dad, we need to find a better place. Soon, you guys are going to be investigating there for drug smuggling." I said and he let out a small laugh.

As my dad drove away, we hit many lights. At one particular red light, the light shone on his face to the point where you could see all his little details. He had gleaming blue eyes, dark hair. His haircut was like any other man walking the streets of Miami. His teeth were perfect when he smiled and he had the best facial features. Dark skin naturally, from being Italian. I think every lady that has ever seen my dad has had a crush on him and wanted to sleep with him.

When the light finally changed after what seemed like forever, my dad pulled into a fast food stop.

"What do you want nugget?"

"Ice cream, duh." I said with a smile.

After we got our food, my dad drove the opposite way of our home.

"Dad?"

"Beach. Dispatch called. They want you on the scene too."

I sighed and took one last bite of my ice cream before rolling onto one of Miami's most popular beaches.