How to Date a Psychopath

Rule #3 Try Not To Let Them In Your Home, No Matter How Charming They Are

I awoke with a jolt inside the covers of my bed. My eyes scanned the dark room of my apartment searching for that blue eyed maniac. Luckily, there were no signs of him. I turned on my side switching on my lamp to be sure. I found my phone lying harmlessly on the side table. My eyes did a re-check of the dwelling. There was a figure slumped on my sofa.

I looked down to my outfit. I was still clothed in my dress. Thank God. I swung my legs off the side of the bed and stood slowly.  A pounding rocketed to my cranium. My body swayed to the side and I leaned on my soft mattress. When the throbbing lightened, I grabbed my phone walking toward the figure. I unhurriedly moved across the couch. If it was that psycho I was going to kill him. Who drugs someone on a date? I stopped only when I was facing them. Their back was to me and their medium length wavy dark brown hair was in a disheveled mess.

"Dane!" I exclaimed a little too loud. He sat up abruptly. His weary eyes shooting across the room finally landing on me.

"Amber!" He exclaimed soaring to his feet. Before I knew it I was in a bear hug. "That maniac brought you here...he said you were drunk...that you told him the directions to your apartment...he placed you in my care...I brought you here..." He ended with loud agitated breaths. He was dressed in flannel pajama pants and a black shirt.

That piece of shit knows where I live. It was definitely time to get my shit together. He was a well off insane stalker who drugged me!

"Are you...okay?" Dane demanded with wide hazel eyes. "You never get drunk." He concluded in a lower tone.

"I'm fine..." I was drugged by a hot psychopath. "I got a little too excited last night..." He stalked me. "It was nice of him to bring me to you." The stalker knows where I live. "And I am so so sorry for not calling you. My freaking phone died and I couldn't find a charger." I exclaimed exasperated. He took it from me and threatened me.

I gazed upward into his eyes with sincerity. Why am I lying to my best friend? Because you want to see where this will go and you always had a thing for the insane. The Joker, The Riddler, Kai Parker, Lucian Castle...

"You know I have a horror movie phone. It always dies..."

"...When you need it." He finished with a smile.

"What time is it?" I questioned turning on my phone to find nine new text messages. The time was 5:45 A.M. "How long have you been here?" I asked meeting his eyes.

"Since, he brought you home at 9:30 P.M. sharp." He explained.  Was there something off about him? I wanted to ask. What if he took advantage of me? How would I know? My heart began to pound in my rib cage and a intense throbbing began in my head. This was a frightening situation. Nonetheless, he did bring me back at 9:30. I specifically remember that the dark timber clock in the restaurant read 9 and it did take about thirty minutes to get from that area to my apartment. However, it doesn't mean he didn't do anything while he was driving... Okay, I seriously needed to stop with the grim thoughts.

Even though I was having an extreme internal conflict. I didn't want to get Dane into it. I'm an adult. I can handle my own problems. I can't always run to him when the going gets tough.  I swear it's the 2 year no sex thing. It's driving me insane. Just because someone who looked like a Calvin Klein model walked into your life, didn't mean you had to deal with this shit. I looked down at my phone again wanting to look through the texts. What could he possibly say? I'm sorry I drugged you.

"I'm going to go back to sleep..." I told Dane. It was Sunday and the throbbing in my head was intensifying. He gave me a hesitant gaze. It was clear that he wanted to say something. But, thought against it.