How to Date a Psychopath

Rule #1 Don't Agree to Their Terms and Conditions

Atlas!

I typed into my laptop. In a spilt second I was welcomed with a reply.

Amber! Good news? I'm guessing.

I couldn't help but smile as I typed in the next words.

I am now officially employed as a nurse at Lenox Hill.

I watched in anticipation waiting for his next words to come up.

Manhattan is over twelve miles away from Brooklyn. Not to mention to get to that hospital would be another three. Overall, an hour and a quarter long drive.

The fact that he knew where I lived struck me for a moment.  For a second, I had almost forgotten that I told him where I resided...

So? I replied.

So and I quote "I despise long rides on public transportation".  How are you supposed to get there, Butterfly?

I couldn't help but smile at his nickname for me. You tell someone once that you spent your childhood running from butterflies and they never let it go.

Why don't you drive me?

This time it took several moments before he could reply. Ugh. Why did you say that? Are you seriously going to be the first one to get clingy?

I sat back on my grey comforted divan in my mundane apartment that accompanied a hard wood floor. There wasn't a bedroom just a step higher to where my double bed was placed. To the right was a bathroom that housed a shower and any other necessities. Below the step of my supposed bedroom was my sitting room. It housed a grey sofa along with a decent sized television and a grey shag rug. Lastly, the dark marble countered kitchen stood beside the living area. It was small but it was what I could afford and I made it liveable.

I know what you're saying right now. Shut up woman! Tell us who Atlas is!

Well, Atlas is a guy that I've been dating online for the past month. Cue gasps. I know that serial killers, psychopaths and just creeps practically live on online dating sites. Nevertheless, I was desperate. At 22 I was the only one of my friends at work that wasn't in a relationship. It wasn't even like I wanted one either. I was fine with doing the same thing I've done for a year: taking care of my patients. It was constant and safe, nothing could shatter that. This was literally  forced upon. So, I went for something that didn't call for commitment.

A month later here I am, Amber Falls, giggling and smiling for a guy who could look like the end of the Brooklyn subway for all I knew.

His profile picture could be of some random Greek god appearing model, with his dark wavy luscious locks that he had swept out of his amazing face,  that was highlighted with cheekbones that could cut diamonds, along with his icy cerulean eyes. As if that wasn't enough he had a devilish leer on his cerease lips. It was if he was sinfully delicious. It should've been illegal to look at someone so satisfactory. At least I got to look at that picture every time I was talking to this so called Atlas. While on the topic the man in the picture did look somewhat familiar...

Nonetheless, he made me laugh. He listened and he was just someone who I loved to kill time with.

I popped in a piece of strawberry gum to combat my slowly increasing anxiety. I'm addicted. At long last a reply came in.

Seems like someone wants to see me?

Before I could reply another message hit the screen of my laptop.