"Oh shit!" Dexter bursted into the appartment with blood all over him self.
"You realy screwed up tonight Dexter" suddenly Dexter's dad sat on the couch.
"Do you think i dont know that?!" Dexter took of he's shirt, went in to the bathroom and started scrubbing it for blood."I killed an innocent man i-i..."
"You should clean that up."
Dexter looked at the floor. There was a trace of blood all the way from the door to the bathroom.
"Dex, you allmost got caught killing an innocent"
"Yes yes i know! I screwed up realy bad Ok? Now can you just shut up?!"
Harry looked up at Dexter.
"Wait. Did i just say that out loud?"
"Daddy?" Harrison stood bearfoot on the floor in a little pyjamas with a police-bach print.
Dexter stood ther looking at his son with a blody towel behind his back."Hey. Did i wake you? I'm sorry. Do you want me to read you a story?"
"Monster storry"
"What? You havent wanted that in a year."
Harry looked surprised."Monster story?"
Dexter ignored him."Now come on buddy, let's get you to bed.
Dexter locked Harryson's bedroomdoor and came back to the livingroom after tucking in his son that now slept the sweetest sleep.
Now Harry stood by Dexter's desk with the bloody towel in his hands. "Close."
"What shall i do?"
"You'll have to live with it."
"What? Live with it?! How can i live with it?!" Dexter screamed aware of keeping it without saying it out loud.
"You must learn it. And later forget it."
"What kind of answer is that? You are realy starting to piss me of!"
"But, it's true Dex."
To much. Dexter had gotten a raging mind about his dad.
They stood ther in silence and suddenly someone slidded harry's neck with a long knife. Harry fell to the floor revealing the man behind him. A man all dressed up in black leather, his face was hidden beneath a hood. Dexter stood ther in Harry's blood looking at the man who reminded him of the Dark Deffender that slowly began to take of his hood. The man under it was...
"I know what you must be thinking Dex."
"Bryan?"