I couldn't stop hyperventilating as I looked at the large blood stain on the floor. The images replayed in my head again and again. The way Dane eagerly took his body apart piece by piece, his eyes wide open as he seemed to relish the moment. An innocent man, a father, a husband was dead; long gone. His body was probably disintegrated by now in some chemical or body thrown in a trash bag buried beneath the ground. Far away from the depths of our selfish society. Gone as if he never existed at all.

Dane tapped my shoulder. "Go put something on."

I didn't move.

"Come on go while I clean"

"He's gone" I whisper

He drops the bottle of bleach and kneels beside me "Well everybody dies sometime right? He had it coming to him anyways"

"He was married!" I blankly stared at the mans wedding band lying on the concrete floor.

"Yes but he was thief, in and out of jail causing trouble. It was his time."

I shake my head, he had no right to say who dies and who lives.

"Hurry and go before I do something I regret."

I carefully get up but couldn't avoid stepping in the puddles of blood on the floor. I flinch.

"Here's a towel so you can wipe the blood off your feet."

I race up the stairs to his bedroom. The cold and plain room seemed to enclose all around me. It was eating me alive, suffocating me and I could barely grasp on what was real and what wasn't. I needed to get out.

Something cold and rough shakes my shoulder, everything around me too seem blurry to focus who it was. My body ached and stomach was burning. Just for a brief second I expected to see my mother. I Imagined she would be waiting with open arms as she kisses and hugs me. As policemen behind her would take Dane in handcuffs and EMT responders would soon after place me in a stretcher. Just for a second I swear I could see her gleaming eyes and I felt at home, but instead I see Dane pale face. His upper lip curves as he smiles. His eyes pierced right through me and despite Dane being a homicidal wanna be 'Dexter' with sociopath tendencies, he seemed heavenly. His jaw clenched as he picked me up and slowly placed me on his bed.

"Why?" I mutter

His mouth opens slightly, "Why what?"

"Why don't I hate you, this feeling. I thought I would get over it but I can't..." I struggled to swallow

He places his hand on my forehead, "You're warm"

"I'm hungry" I retort. "And thirsty"

He exhales, "Alright I'll be back. I get some Tylenol and take out." He kisses my forehead.

I laid there for about 15 minutes when out of nowhere I hear a rustling sound by the front door. I race to the window in the living room and see an elderly lady picking up trash that was stuck to the bushes.

I bang on the window and scream at the top of my lungs but nothing. She continued to place empty wrappers and soda cans in a plastic bag as she strolled along the front lawn. I slam my hands against the window and again scream, "Help! Help! Please....please." Dane's old Chevy car pulled in the parking lot and I freeze. I frantically stare at the old lady as she waved to Dane. He soon moves his hands in sign language and she responds back. They hug goodbye and shes walks toward the sidewalk.

I bury my head against my knees as soon Dane walks in the door. "How you're feeling?"

".....You know sign language?"

He places the bag of food on the coffee table.

"Yes why?

"That lady..."

"Oh Mrs. Ortiz?" He laughs. "I known her for years I let her pick up the trash that the wind brings in my yard. Shes a sweet old lady that just picks up the trash around the neighborhood for a few dollars. She's deaf so that's a plus!"

I frown.

"What?" He laughs "Look don't try anything funny" Just like that his faces becomes stone cold. "She can't read just so you know. Just in case you're getting ideas in that pretty mind of yours." He sits beside me. "But I know you won't do anything" He places his hand on my throat and tightens his grip. "because you like me just as much as I like you." his voice slithered. "mine" Nothing but his heavy breathing and my racing heartbeat surfaces the quiet room.

He closes his eyes before he lets go. I push him away but he pulls me in again. "Don't suppress me" I pull his hair and force my way on top of him.

"I'm...not suppressing you"

He begins to laugh hysterically, a creepy laugh.

"Why the fuck are you laughing?"

"Because you're...too adorable when you're trying to be mad."

"I am mad!"

"Show me"

I bite his ear and I punch him his face.

"That's all you got?"

We stumble over each other until we both land on the floor. He grabs a fistful of my hair and instantly licks me. "Susan oh how you drive me crazy maybe crazy enough for me not to kill anymore." He breathes in my face.

"Really?" I try to catch my breathe

He laughs, "Of course not. Don't you see Susan it's who I am. I cannot stop!" he licks his lips. "Will not stop."