Dead.

Waking up the next morning, was a beautiful sight. Frankie was drooling from his mouth, letting it flow onto the couch. My thoughts were varied about him, actually. There was a part of me that wanted to hold him, and other part of me that wanted to hold him aggressively-if I didn't respect him, I would've had an obsession...I sat up with such burning emotions in my stomach. Emotions. I had emotions? I hurried onto my feet, putting on my shoes hurriedly and my jacket.

I can hear Frank groan, his eyes begun to shift.

I made my way to the front door, and left.

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Was I getting it all wrong? A psychopath can or cannot love? Frank and I had a connection but I thought it was it just a fling. Though, my emotions for him were un-stable. If I did love him, I knew I would never be able to get enough. I knew I would be obsessive, dominant...but I wanted him so bad.

I was wrong about everything. After reading into it, I was a psychopath and could love-but not in the way normal people do. I would become obsessive-I think I was already. It didn't matter to me as much as I thought it would. I was okay with falling in love, keeping a relationship. So, I was in love with Frankie.

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When I came back to the house, Frank stared at me. He asked, "Where were you?" His voice was cold, serious. I didn't like his attitude. I replied calmly, "Library." I can feel his hot tension from across the room. I said, "We can fall in love, Frankie."

His face relaxed, "Love? But we're-"

"Psychopaths, I know." I cut in, "We're capable to fall in love, have relationships but...not in the way people usually romanticize about."

Frankie bit his lower lip, "That explains a lot."

Before I could say anything about us, he quickly said, "But that doesn't matter right now. Look," He un-muted the tv. The Sheriff stood in front of a camera, "We have good news. We have two witnesses of the killing of 17 year-old Brandon. We will not give out the names of the two teens, though, they did mention two men watching the three teens. They were intoxicated by drugs, but they can make out the figures as a short man and young man-"

The camera quickly moved away from the Sheriff to Detective Toro. He said, straightening his tie, "The two men were last seen stalking the night before Brandon died. I have an idea of the two, but I cannot catch the suspects without a little bit of proper evidence. From now on, anyone caught in the night after 11 p.m, will be arrested."

The tv shut off, and I had completely lost my words.

Frank stood up from the couch, "Now what?" His voice seemed angry, deep.

I raised a brow, "Is there a problem?"

Frank lowered his head, "No."

I took a step forward before resting my hand underneath his chin, "You sure?" I raised his head, "Talk to me."

His statement gave me goosebumps-it was a side of him that I haven't seen before. He said, "Don't you fucking dare leave without telling me." His voice was deep, and I couldn't help but to smile. I knew he wasn't kidding, but I loved his aggressiveness-as long as he didn't take it too far, and got me upset.

Frank asked, "What about our killings now? We can't do it after 11 anymore-is this the end?"

I laughed, "Yeah, right." I paused, "I have an idea."

The sound of a door opening occurred, Mikey trotted down the hall to the kitchen and groaned, "Hush, I can hear your mumbles from my room," He weakly smiled as he grabbed a carton of orange juice from the fridge.

I said, "How would you two like to go out tonight? There's an insane club down on Brady st."

Frank looked at me weird, but Mikey cheered, "Fuck yeah!"

Frankie leaned over and whispered, "Going to a club is your plan?"

I smiled slyly, "No honey, that's just part of it."

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