Killing For Love

Chapter 43

Megan POV

     I slowly peel my eyes open, as blinding sunlight comes sauntering into my vision.

     I blink a few times, trying to orient myself.

     Where am I? Why does everything around me look so....not bedroom-ish? What am I laying on?

     I look down at the thing that I have been sleeping on and come face to face with my boyfriend.

     Everything then comes crashing back.

     I smile down at Dean, who's sleeping peacefully below me.

     I decide that it's probably a good idea to wake him up, so he can fix the car and get the hell out of this forest.

     I lightly kiss him until his eyes finally flutter open.

     After a moment, he kisses me back and smirks at me when he pulls back.

     "You know, that was the first time I've ever had sex in a car. And this is also the first time I've woken up to getting kissed. The last time I woke up in a place that was not my bed, was when Marcus seduced me." Dean says thoughtfully, still not looking fully awake.

    "Oh, right. I forgot we're not wearing clothes." I think, looking down briefly at our naked bodies pressed against each other.

     I get off Dean and gather my clothes. He does the same and we are both dressed a few minutes later.

     We get out of the car and after throwing the bodies Dean killed last night in a ditch, we replace the slashed tires with new ones.

     Finally, we're back on the road and I have to figure out what the hell I am going to tell my angry mother when I get home.

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     "I'll see you tomorrow, alright?" Dean says, as he drops me off at my house.

     "There's a chance that I might have to stay with you overnight again, depending on how mad my mom is." I say guiltily.

     Dean smirks at me. "In that case, I hope she's furious."

     "That's not helping." I say with a scowl.

     "You'll be fine, okay? And if you're not, you can definitely come over. Although, I am moving soon, so my apartment will be more cluttered than usual." He says, shrugging slightly.

     "You're moving? Where to?" I ask, raising my eyebrows in surprise.

     "Not far, it's only a few blocks away from my apartment that I'm in now. It's a much nicer place though, and I want you to see it when I move in." He says with a sweet smile.

     "Alright." I say, smiling back.

     "Good luck my love, text me if you need anything!" Dean calls, as he starts to drive away.

     I wave after him, then turn towards my house, which now has a very angry looking woman standing on the front porch.

     "What the fuck, Megan?! Where have you been?!" My mom demands, as I approach her.

     "Dean took me for a drive last night, and I told you about that. Although, one of his tires was punctured, and we couldn't drive anywhere. Neither of us had service, so I couldn't text you. I'm sorry." I recite, going over what I want to say in my head.

     "You shouldn't have gotten in that car with him then! Or you should have walked to the nearest store! Or used a spare tire! I thought something happened to you, Megan! I thought he took you away from me." My mom rants, her voice starting to crack.

     "He had spare tires, but it was too dark out to change them. The safest thing to do in that situation was to do what we did. I'm sorry that I scared you though." I say quietly.

     I decide not to mention the fact that Dean murdered four people in the time span of thirty seconds, or the fact that we had sex again to 'keep warm'. It's best if she thinks that Dean is a good and innocent boyfriend and that both of us are still virgins.

     "Don't ever do that again, Megan. Do you understand me?" My mom demands fiercely, pulling me into a hug.

     I hug her back and say. "I won't, I promise."

     She lets me go inside, so I immediately go to my room and pull my phone out to text Dean.

     Me: Hey, just wanted to let you know that I'm fine. I don't need to crash at your place tonight.

     It takes him less than a minute to respond.

     Dean: Alright, but you can come over anytime you want. I wouldn't mind having you in bed with me again....

     I roll my eyes at that comment, then text back.

     Me: Alright, I'll let you know.

     I then throw my phone down on my bed and flop down near it.

     That was a pretty close call to almost dying, but at this point, with a boyfriend like Dean Stevens, this has all gotten pretty normal.