Don't, Don't You Want Me?

I changed my blood-stained clothes.

I wash my face and hands.

I pack a bag and grab Rex.

I quietly lock my door and quickly go down the stairs.

I never claim to be the most rational and reasonable woman in the world.

I start my car and head toward nowhere.

I never claim to be smart or brave.

I stop for a red light and chew my lips.

I have killed before, in self-defense.

I fish my second-hand iPhone out of my pocket and stare at it.

But this time I have no excuse for what I did.

I don't want to end up in jail.

There's a dead furry naked man on my apartment floor.

Who's going to take care of poor Rex when I am locked up in a cell?

The dead body won't just go away on its own.

I take a left turn when the traffic light changes.

I wish I can find the Bat Cave and hide in there.

I jump a little as my iPhone rings.

I pull over and almost cry in despair.

I brace myself and answer the call.

"Miss Plum," Hal, the sweet giant of a man, politely says.

"Call me Stephanie." I automatically correct him, once again.

"Um, Miss Plum," I can hear Hal blushing fiercely.

"There's a dead man on your floor." My shaky smile freezes on my face.

"Do you need any help with, um, relocating Detective Morelli?"

I open my mouth but no sound comes out.

I choke on my own silent tears.

My stomach groans like a rabid beast.

"Don't worry, Miss Plum." Gently Hal says. "The clean-up team is already on the way."

There is a god up there somewhere.