Psycho

28

Blythe
Christmas Day

This is my first Christmas outside the asylum! Amora is very excited about it when it's just a regular day.

"Merry Christmas," Amora said plainly after kissing my cheek. "Merry Christmas to you too?" I raised an eyebrow as she gave me a weak smile.

"Wassup witchu?" I sighed wrapping my arms around her from behind. "Nothing."

"You don't gotta be scared to talk to me."

"Nothings wrong, it's just another day," Amora uttered. "I cleaned for you, cooked for you, I'm even wearing matching PJs," I stated still holding onto her.

"I know and I appreciate that but it's really just another day."

"You want your parents here, don't you?" I asked letting go of her.

Amora hasn't told her parents that we're still together after I beat her over the whole Mia situation.

"I can spend Christmas with my sister," I said going upstairs. "Blythe, you don't have to."

"No, it's fine you want your family to come and if that's what makes you happy so be it." I smiled.

"Okay, thank you." Amora let out a sigh of relief.

I think Amora should tell her parents that we're still together. I only said I'd go to my sisters because I don't want Amora to be sad on Christmas.

"But you do have to tell your parents sooner or later," I said sitting down on the bed. "I know, I just don't know when or how."

"I can't exactly tell them the truth." Amora closed the bedroom door behind her then got in bed.

"Uh, why not?" I raised an eyebrow as she shook her head. "Hey mom even though my girlfriend beat me up for confronting her, she still lives with me and we're still together," Amora explained.

"My mom will call me ten types of the c-word ." She looked at me as I shrugged. "I don't know what to tell you."

I personally could care less about Amoras' family and I'm not trying to be rude or anything. Her family has done absolutely nothing for me, they called me c-word when they first met me.

If we're being technical here, if they kept their mouth shut about me killing Mia, then maybe I wouldn't have beat the fuck out of Amora.

"Maybe she'll understand," I suggested while spreading out on the bed. "Maybe, I don't know." Amora laid on top of me breathing on the crook of my neck.

"This is a you problem." I chuckled playing in her hair. "Shut up."

It's the truth, there is no 'us' in this type of situation.

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"Merry Christmas." I smiled hugging Blair tightly. "Same to you." Blair patted my back then let me inside. "Nice place," I commented while taking off my shoes.

"Thanks, Da– I mean I bought it."

"What?"

"What was that?" I asked looking up at her. "Nothing, I ain't say nothing." Blair chuckled taking my jacket from me.

"She knows something."

"Take a seat, get comfortable." Blair hung my jacket up then directed me to the living room. "You just let mail pile up? That's ghetto." I said taking a seat while looking at her living room table.

"Clean it up for me, please."

"Yeah, no problem." I insisted.

I sorted through her mail reading the name on a couple of them. "Who's Lorenzo?" I asked standing up clutching onto the paper.