"Deb?" I said.
She ran away.
I followed her, leaving the blade inside Travis' dead body. Rain was pouring hard outside, the drops were hitting the ground violently, and the clouds were hanging stiffly in the sky.
"Deb!"
I tried to stop her, grabbing her gently, but surely by the shoulder.
She turned around and gave me a cold, yet frightened, terrified look. I could see tears going down her cheeks, her eyebrows lifted up in surprise, and her mouth slightly opened.
Oh, dear Deb. I was never so scared in my life; my own little foster sister, who I had always protected, getting to know my dark truth, seeing my Passenger, the true Me in my most sacred form, that Beast that lives inside me.
I could only imagine what thoughts ran in and out of her head right now.
"Deb", I pleaded.
"Dex" her voice broke and another wave of sobs crashed around her. "What the fuck, Dex?"
I wonder if she hates me right now, I really do.
I didn't even have a chance to stutter before she started talking again.
"I-I… Dexter, why are you doing this to me?" she cried.
Such vivid emotion she radiated. I truly admired her for that. But how can she even look at me.
Harry couldn't look at me when he saw what he created.
But that's the catch, Deb always knew there was something about me, something off about my weird personality.
But she never questioned it. I'm her brother and that's how thing were, she loved me for who I was, or, more accurately, for who she thought I was, for who I thought I could one day become.
But now? Will she still love me? Will the only person, who has ever truly loved me, understand this situation?
"I'm sorry." I said and she laughed between her uncontrollable sobs.
"You're sorry?" She tried to yell, but she was breathing hard. "Dex…"she whined. "I love you."
"I love you too." I answered.
Another laugh that scared me and my Dark Passenger. He was now hiding in a corner, afraid from me and from Deborah.
She crashed into me and squeezed me into a hug. I embraced her lightly.
"No.", she cried. "I love you."
I was shocked. An ice cold shiver went through my whole body and into my brain. An epiphany, that struck me like lightning.
Was this possible?
After what she has seen, she still loves me?
She let go of me and we were again standing face to face. Hers was now lit by a weak smile.
"You don't get it" she said. "But I love you."
"It's alright, Deb, I'm sorry I hurt you-"
"Not like a brother." she demanded.
I blinked.
She laughed neurotically, then looked in my eyes.
I reached out to her face and stroked her cheek gently, leaning in and -
We kissed.
It was so wrong, or was it?
I pulled back and saw her eyes for a second. Then I crashed my lips back against hers and closed my eyes and it was so perfect.
Maybe it was wrong, but it felt so right - the rain pouring down on us, hitting our heads hard and falling wildly to the ground, as if it was applauding the dance of our lips.
Deb must be so confused, but I was, too.
My secret revealed to the person who I wanted to keep safe from it, from me, from Darkly Dexter, from the Passenger. The person who I wanted to protect from that secret.
But that person still loved me.
The only woman who could accept it; the one I grew up to call "sister", yet we were not actual siblings. But a couple? I had never seen us both holding hands and kissing, but who knows?
"I love you, too" I whispered gently.
She parted her lips and smiled.
