Sweet but Psycho

Chapter 9

After exiting the facility,  Barry took in the fresh cool, crisp air. He let out a sigh of relief as his frown turned into a smile. The high sunlit clouds drifted across a clear blue sky as a gentle breeze puffed by. He's never felt this free since he got out of prison 3 years ago. Barry and Iris got in the car, and went on their way.

Iris lived in an elegant, fair, large 2 story house which was a 4 bed 2 bath. It had  gables, dormers, a free-standing garage, and a big yard area.

This is where you live? It's really nice. Barry said, getting out of the car. Iris smiled as they took the stuff out of the trunk. Please, make yourself at home. Iris insisted before unlocking the door. Small barks could be heard from inside. When Iris opened the door, a Jack Russell was sitting in the doorway. It wagged its tail and jumped when it saw Iris. Hey boy. Iris bent down to pet it. I didn't know you owned a dog. Barry said. I also have a cat. Iris added.

The foyer consists of polished wood floors and a graceful banister that curved up toward a soaring second floor gallery. Opposite the door and near the staircase, stood a medium sized round wooden table. Underneath it, laid a round, red and white Persian rug. The living room was straight ahead through a cased opening. It consists of a flat screen TV hanging above a fireplace, and couches with an armchair. On the right side of the cased opening, before entering the living room, there's a wall with glass French doors and windows, out to view of drop off backyard and deck. The dining room was located through a smaller cased opening, to the right of the glass French doors. While the kitchen was to the left, opposite the glass French doors and through another small cased opening. The kitchen was roomy and bright. It consists of a medium sized granite island, 3 white bar chairs, a French door fridge, a grey faucet sink, an oven, and a microwave. The cabinets were white while the island was brown.

Iris had picked up a grey Tabby cat which had gotten off the couch to greet Iris.  She had gone upstairs to show Barry his room. Iris's room was the first room you'd see when reaching the top of the stairs. It was in a corner in the left hand side. It was a master bedroom, so it had an en-suite called a master bathroom. As you walked down the hall after turning right from the stairs, 3 guest rooms and a bathroom on either side of the walls were visible.

Alright Barry, this will be your room. I do have rules though. Dirty laundry must be in the washing machine or washing basket by 10:30am every Monday,  remember to do your bed, and to keep the house clean. Iris instructed while still holding the cat.

Barry was standing on the deck in the backyard taking in the scents and the surroundings around him. He then joined Iris in the kitchen and sat down on one of the bar chairs. And who are you? Barry spoke gently and sweetly to the cat that was sprawled on the counter. Oh, how can I forget. Iris remembered, before introducing Barry to her pets. That's Felix my cat, and this is Benny my dog. You have nice pets. Barry smiled as he gently scratched the top of Felix's head.

For the first time in forever, Barry felt free and happy. It's gonna take some time to adjust, but Barry was still the man he was: A cold blooded serial killer known as the Chemist.