Pedokiller

Chapter 23

I was afraid of her. Kelly was unstable since she had killed him. She wasn't the same at work. She looked lost. I knew it was time to run away again. It was too risky to stay. I wasn't sure if leaving was an option.

"Are you okay," I inquired.

"No, it just keeps repeating in my head," Kelly said with tears in her eyes.

"You have to control yourself. You can't just break down like this. I know it's hard and I'm here for you," I lied.

"I won't tell on you. I don't think I can do it again," she whispered.

"You don't have to," I stated.

"Good, thanks babe. It wasn't as fun as I had originally anticipated," Kelly explained.

"Nothing in life ever is," I said.

"How can you do this over and over?" She inquired while looking at me with concern.

"I'm a psychopath. You are not," I declared.

"You aren't a psychopath. You love me right? You have empathy for me?" She asked.

"Yes," I lied.

"Then how could you be one?" She inquired.

"There are various levels to anti-social personality disorder. It is just like the autism spectrum," I explained.

"Where do you fall on that scale," Kelly asked while crying.

"The worst," I said with a cold stare.

"No, no, you're not. I've seen good in you. I've seen it. You pulled that car over and you comforted me while I was crying. Even at the risk of being caught," she said.

"I had to ensure you were okay. I do love you. I'm just fucked up from being molested as a kid. I was subjected to every type of abuse," I explained.

"I knew that the moment you walked into my office," she stated.

"How?" I asked.

"The look on your face. The way you held your body. The way you sat. The manner in which you spoke. The very presence of you was terrifying to most people, but it was electrifying to me," Kelly explained.

"So I'm just some thrill to you? Like a rollar coaster or motorcycle ride?" I asked.

"Hell to the no. You are my other side. You are the dark and hidden parts of me. I killed for you. I killed for justice just like you. My life has been nothing but a boring office worker. I grew up to an affluent family. They disowned me for being a lesbian. I know what it's like to feel words sting you. My Dad told me he didn't raise a dike. I still hear him saying that to me. My mom just shook her head and agreed with him," she explained while sobbing on my shoulder again.

"I understand," I said while hugging her and petting her short hair.

"I know how it feels to be an outsider. I understand what it's like to be unwanted by my own family. I always knew I was gay. I grew up in a strict religious family. They hate gays and banish them to hell," Kelly cried.

"I can relate to that on so many levels," I agreed.

We held each other for a long while in her office. The chattering keys and voices echoed in. We just held each other until we started laughing from making funny faces. We were like two kids in love.