Hey! So, this is the long awaited second chapter of Horrors of Life: Season I. I really hope you enjoy. I also must warn people who have a weak constitution and dislike violence, about this chapter's graphic content. For those who read this because of Dexter, you should know that Dexter (in the books and the television show) is very graphic, violent and gory. I do hope you enjoy this long and difficult chapter.

Ally ran out of the house. She had left Austin a note, which he probably wouldn't be able to read due to all of her excessive crying. She had promised herself, "NO REGRETTING YOUR DECISION!" She would have to stick with it. She walked up to her car, threw the suitcases into the trunk, and felt around in her pockets for the keys.

Shit!

She'd left them inside. She quietly entered the house again and snuck out her keys. She felt sad when she heard Austin groan from the back bedroom, but he had brought this on himself. She started the car and drove down the street, planning to get to Trish's house by morning.

Now back into Austin's present situation…

Dexter had spent the night with Austin on the couch. He woke up from a dream about killing Freebo. Damn, he was a jackass drug dealer! Sometime during the night Dexter had taken off his shirt and pants, leaving on his boxers. He stretched his arms over his head and yawned deeply. He looked at the digital clock on the wall. It read: 6:24.

He kept his arms behind his head and settled back down on the couch to sleep in. Then he jerked up, realizing that he had to be at Miami Metro by 6:45. He pulled on his shirt, and then he got up and yanked on his pants. He grabbed the stuff he had brought to Austin's house with him and ran out to his car. He had already been warned by LaGuerta that if he was late again, he would be fired. He decided that he would have to get something on the way to work.

Austin was already at Miami Metro, and what awaited him was a new case, so disturbing, that it will change his life and his personal relationships forever.

"This fucker's gotta big ego, apparently. He wrote all of his feelings and how happy he was in killing all of these people and how he's fucking better than everyone else in blood on the ground! Shit!" Debra yelled at the crime scene. This was the third victim of the murderer the media had nicknamed the "Crucifier", after how he seemed to crucify his victims on the ground. It was a ritualistic killing, indefinitely.

The oddest part of the kill, though, was how the blood from the victims was positioned in a perfect circle around his victims – like a ring. Austin was staring, in shock, at the body. The killer had left a picture of this man at the last crime scene. That's what happened with the one before that, too. The first one was totally different. The first one's picture was sent directly to the station. Austin was curious of who his victim was going to be next. What he saw utterly disturbed him: it was a picture of Trish, sprawled out on her bed, naked and having intercourse with a strange man.

Trish still lived in Miami – as a prostitute! She had sex with any guy who could pay her as well as he could fuck her. She owned a nice apartment on the coast. That was where Ally was headed at this junction. Or, where she had just arrived.

Ally ran up to the door and banged on it, hard and fast.

Trish had just been sleeping, so she was startled when she heard the banging. Trish looked around for any garment that she could wear that wouldn't be so risqué. Then, she put it on to answer the door. Ally was surprised when she noticed Trish. Trish looked like she had been assaulted and thrown around all night, which might as well have been true. Trish was also surprised when she glimpsed Ally's face. Ally had mascara running down her cheeks. Her eyes were red from long hours of crying in the car, and she was slightly off balance along with the smell of alcohol.

"What the hell happened to you, A?" Trish asked in a sort of slurred voice.

"Me and Austin have issues with our marriage. I kicked him and beat him into the ground with a suitcase…" As she said this, she burst into a long cry. Trish hugged her and Ally cried into her shoulder in the early light of a hot Miami morning.

"It's OK, baby…" Trish whispered into Ally's ear.

"No, it's not!" Ally screamed. "I fuckin' beat him and he might be dying and…I want to kill him! I wish I had and…" Ally started to feel feint, so she stopped talking, or yelling, as she had been doing.

Trish looked around and then brought Ally inside.

"Let's talk about it over a beer." Trish said.

This may not have been the best chapter, but drama begins in the next chapter. OK, so I am wondering if someone could find me a place where you can legitimately download full episodes of Dexter season 3. No, I WILL NOT accept links for graboid! Thanks, stay tuned!