A Living Fancy

In Too Deep (Interlude Pt.2)

The next morning when I awoke, I awoke feeling empty not just the fact that no one was holding me in my sleep but the fact that I just didn't feel the same, this love thing was new but it kept me interested in myself again.

When I got dressed, I decided to walk today because I needed a lot to think about. It felt impossible to think about everything that's been going on in just a walk in the streets, but it was soothing for me.

As I was walking flashbacks of my childhood paced through my mind, I was going down my actual stroll down memory lane.

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard screams coming from one of the alley ways. It was a woman she was being mugged.

The mugger was aggressive and fast at what he did. He had his hands around her waist with his hands inside her, laughing and moaning.

At first I didn't know how to react, what was I to do? I didn't know if I should get involved and fight for that girl or should I just walk away and call for help.

The woman was screaming for help so I didn't have time to make up my mind, I attacked the man, he started to bite & kick at me. He said, " Mind your business you bitch!" I wasn't scared.

That man reminded me of my father, and sadly.. I was that girl. While I was punching him, he started grabbing me and choking my neck.

I was gagging and screaming, for help, the girl who was being attacked first hit the man over his head with a brick.

The man went down like a sack of potatoes. It felt good to be in such of a rush of fighting. Once I got up I fisted myself off I didn't have time to get a thank you from the girl or to give a thank you to her, but I still had work to do.

I walked to the warehouse with bruises and scars all over my body. Once I got to the warehouse I built up the courage and went inside quickly.

Once I was in I searched the floor I found rat droppings, and bones around corners. I went inside the room I was kept in and searched the floor.

I found a file folder that was titled," Timothy A. Dareren..." This was about Tim. This I had to see, I couldn't resist.

The folder was filled with records & certificates. The records were filled with different police files, it was numerous arrests filed on Tim.

It was filled with different mugshots from the 80's to the 90's some were listed for robberies, assaults, and murder.

My eyes widened as I came to realization. I was living and fell in love with a Murderer.