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.
