In Love With A Serial Killer 2

Chapter Six- In Cold Blood

I have never liked hospitals from the way they smelled that would constantly bring me back to those times having clung to my mother's bedside after she had overdosed on whatever drug she was able to get her hands on for the cheapest price. I couldn't help but think of her in this instance as I lingered in the hallway while Trina moved into the bathroom to clean herself up. While lingering, I could envision my mother looking to me with confusion as if she couldn't recognize me before I blinked and she had disappeared into the memory she had been. Although it had been only five years, I could still recall the sound of her voice and the way she could make any pie perfectly crisp. Unfortunately, she fell in love with the highs given to her by narcotics and it would lead her to end her already fragile life. I hadn't cried about her since she was placed beneath a cement stone, but when being here now, I could sense there were tears ready to drip from my eyes. But then Trina made her way out of the bathroom appearing as if she was going to the Oscars with full hair and makeup having been done rather quickly. It was one if those things about women that still confuse me, but I smirked and lingered with her in the hallway before she noted the distant look in my gaze. I couldn't express the truth to her as there would only be more questions from this as the only thing she knew about my life before her had been a crazy ex and the death of both of my parents. Aside from these, I kept the darker nature of my past behind me...but with Vannah having returned...it would seem as though it would be trudged back to the surface.

Trina called my name at least a handful of times and although I could hear her speak, it had emerged from her lips in a muffled tone before she then gained my full attention by taking hold of my arm.

"Sorry-" I spoke before she pulled me into her and clung tightly onto my torso as if I had been the only thing keeping her down on earth.

"I don't know what I'd do without you..." she spoke while I gave a sweet kiss just before the sudden sound of sirens sounded through the area around us. Almost as if on queue, doctors and nurses darted towards the room where Trina's father had been lying in recovery. Having closed the door behind them, Trina and I were forced to wait to hear of news of him.

I thought back to the first time I had met him as Trina brought me for a barbeque in the last summer. I still wore that leather jacket in thinking it gave the illusion of being more put together than I was, but he seemed to look past that. He asked me about my ambitions and from that moment he had taken me under his wing. I admired him deeply for this, but knew Trina had her ups and downs with him. In the short while we had been together, I had observed several occasions to where she would shy around him when he would raise his voice or even place guilt upon her while reminding her that he was the one with the money. It ranged from minor things such as the colored napkins for our wedding to the location of where we would love after being man and wife. To be honest-i hadn't thought that far.

But for now, all that mattered was news. And we awaited desperately for whatever that may be. I happened upon the coffee machine, gaining a moment to myself to think of the time I had spent with Vannah before being interrupted by Trina. I was both thankful and annoyed upon being discovered until the blood curdling sound of sobbing could be heard echoing throughout the hospital in its entirety. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that it was Trina...he was gone...and I knew it was no accident.