Chapter Twelve

I was sitting on the edge of my bed just staring at the doorway. Ryan was downstairs in the kitchen fixing me a quick meal. I didn't tell him I was hungry, that's just something Ryan liked to do. Cook. And kill. I wonder which one he liked to do more. They were such different activities. One involved culinary skills. The other involved being a fucking psychopath.

I could hear him moving around downstairs. So I knew when he left the kitchen and started to head up here. I should have panicked or something. But in all honesty, I wasn't afraid of Ryan. He wasn't going to kill me. He'd already had too many chances and a lot of reasons to. But me not being afraid of him doesn't mean I wasn't disgusted by him.

I'd just watched him murder some innocent woman. And he licked her blood off the knife. I closed my eyes briefly. The image replaying in my mind like someone had their finger stuck on the repeat button. I didn't even know how I felt. I was comfortably numb. Comfortably because I'd rather be numb than freaking the hell out right now. Why wasn't I freaking out? I didn't want to look too deeply into it. What if me being so calm about this meant I was just as sick as Ryan was?

Speaking of the devil, (maybe even literally), Ryan walked into the room wearing some of my old clothes. It was nothing knew. He didn't have any of his own clothes here with him. But this time was different. This time there was a bad reason why Ryan was in my clothes. Because his clothes were being being taken care of. I had no idea what that meant. That's just what he told me when he was striping down at my back door.

He stood in the doorway for a few seconds. I made sure to look past him. Into the empty hall. I heard him sigh as he walked into the room. He sat down on the bed beside me, causing the mattress to dip. His long arm snaked around my waist. Pulling me closer to his side. I resisted the urge to lay my head on his shoulder. He'd just killed somebody. I wasn't going to sit here and cuddle with him. I guess he noticed my resistance because he turned his head to the side and kissed my neck. I shrugged away from him. He leaned over to try and kiss me again but I moved quickly.

"Ryan, I'm not in the mood." I don't know how he could want to make out right now. He'd just killed someone in front of me!

"What's wrong, Bren?"

I tilted my head up to glare in his eyes. Was that a serious question? Ryan clicked his teeth. Probably in annoyance. Good. Because I was annoyed too. He moved his arms away from me and turned his body to the opposite side. That was easier than I thought it would be.

Suddenly Ryan turned to face me again. Before I could react, he tackled my body onto the bed. Making me fall on my back. His thin frame hovered over me. Blocking the light from the ceiling. It was a creepy angle. Both his hands reached down at lighting speed to trap mine above my head. His head came down to kiss my neck again. I squirmed to get free. But the way he was straddling me made it impossible. His lips detached from my neck and pressed down on mine.

"Whoa, there, killer." I uttered against his mouth.

He laughed. He actually fucking laughed. Causing his grip to loosen on my hands. I took that opportunity to snatch my hands free. Using my knees and legs to push him off of me. His thin body went tumbling off the side of the bed. Landing on the floor with a loud sound. But that didn't stop his laughter. I sat up to glare at him on the ground.

"You. Are. Hilarious." He said between laughs. He had a cute laugh but I wasn't in a laughing mood. "Is that what you're all moody about?"

"Hello, Ryan! I just saw you kill some innocent girl-"

"There was nothing innocent about her."

"That's beside the point! She didn't deserve to be murdered."

"Brendon, that's what I do. You know that."

"Yes. And if you don't remember, that's what caused our argument yesterday. When I kicked you out."

That stopped his cute laughter. "You want me to leave again? Because that isn't a problem."

"No." I said too quickly for my liking. That hurt. It didn't bother him at all to leave me last night? It fucked with my head all day. Maybe I was getting too attached. "Its just, I-I saw you kill somebody-"

"That has nothing to do with us." He stood up from the floor. Sitting beside me again.

"That has everything to do with us!"

"No it doesn't." He leaned over and pressed his lips against mine again. This time I didn't move. You're so weak, Brendon! I leaned into the kiss.

"Please just stop murdering people. Ryan please." I begged.

"No." He whispered into another kiss.