I woke up at the top of a building, I rose from my sleeping position and felt the intense wind blowing my hair in every direction. My legs moved on their own to the edge, which was fenced in, I climbed it and swung my legs over the edge "no one would miss me. The rest of my body can burn in hell" then I pushed myself off the ledge, weight on my chest and shoulders was gone. The memories of the incident and constant bullying were all that flashed through my head. Before I impacted, I was caught in warm large familiar arms, I glanced up to see Jason without his mask. In a harsh gruff voice, he whispered "I would miss you until I turn to ash Mireya" I felt my face get warm and I turned away. He turned me back and started to lean in, I closed my eyes and waited. I opened my eyes to a bright empty room with Precious licking my face "it was a dream?"

I stood and let her out of my room, she ran to the garage/kitchen and left through the doggy door. I yawn and walked to the countertop "Tuesday breakfast, hmm well I have left over tostones. I don't feel like cooking today." I heard footsteps coming from the living room and I looked over, it was Jason still covered in blood and his machete under his belt. His eye was wide with shock "what?" I then saw my reflection in the coffee pot and looked down, I was very much naked. I crouched down and screamed "get me something to cover up!" Keeping my eyes down I felt something warm around my shoulders and felt hot faced again. It was his jacket, I stood and put it all the way and it fit me like a dress. He still looked taken aback "what never seen a girl naked?" He shook his head "wait really?" He nodded. I handed him a plate of four tostones, he tilted his head, "just take it if you're hungry" he took the plate. I took mine and sat on the couch I started munching down on the fried plantains. "It's a tradition Dominican side dish if you were curious, we call them tostones" I chewed on my second one. He still looked like a scarred child, "Jason they are boobs, there is nothing wrong with them."

He just looked into the distance, I huffed and stood up "exposure therapy should work" I unzipped the jacket and opened it "see? Boobs, they won't hurt you." He stared for what seemed like minutes, he looked up at me with a hungry eye and reached for one. I slapped his hand away and covered up "I am not that type of woman, at least take me out on a date" he tilted his head. "It's an expression, meaning I won't let any man touch me unless we are in a romantic relationship, you know what that is right?" He shook his head "basically it is when two people decide to like each other and start hanging out and fall in love and maybe get married or just have sex. Not mindless sex like most teenagers do, but real love making, expressing how much they love each other by" my face was probably red "exploring each other's bodies and making each other feel absolutely amazing" I sighed and looked at my feet. "Wish I had something like that" I whispered to myself, he seemed fascinated with a wide eye childish expression.

I will be hitting 30 in five years, once I hit 30 it will be extremely hard to get a date. I'm already started to age and grow gray hairs, Precious's barking snapped me out of my trance. Her ears were folded back, and she bore her teeth, "Preciosa. ¿Que pasa? Es un amigo," I let her smell the jacket and then him (Precious. What's wrong? He is a friend). She wagged her tail and looked for a treat from me, I grab a plantain from Jason's plate. "Siéntate" she sat "dame patica" she gave me paw "habla" she barked. I handed her the plantain and she munched down. "I am Dominican. Meaning I was raised Spanish" he nodded in understanding.

"I want to raise my kids with my culture, since it really isn't taught in America. Want them to have pride in my half" I sat down on the couch. "Have you ever wanted kids?" He shook his head "why?" He gestured to his face "you're afraid they'll get your face or that no one would love you?" 'Both' I nodded and slipped off his mask, "did anyone in your family look like this?" He shook his head, "born looking like this?" He nodded, I pondered isn't a deformation, but it isn't genetic either, maybe something happened in the womb. "Did your mom drink alcohol while she was pregnant?" 'She was a good Christian she never touched a drop, always said it was bad' he growled loudly "c-calm down" I gulped "did she fall or was hit in the stomach while pregnant" he looked away. I placed a hand on his shoulder "it's ok, you can tell me" I softly smiled, 'dad hit me' "while you were in her belly?" He nodded, "it didn't stop there either did it? He hit you while you were out?" He nodded again, I stood and hugged his head and pet his hair.

He wrapped his arms around the back of my upper thighs. "At least I have good news" he looked up at me "your kids won't have it, since it was an outsourced malformation. Maybe if you work more on your personality, maybe not kill people, you'll find someone to love" I giggled as I let go. He didn't, his hands wandered I pulled them off quickly, he then looked down twiddling his thumbs. I smiled and walked away.

I got dressed and looked on my phone, I felt two strong hands on my hips I felt his skin forehead on my neck. Then a scruffy chin on my shoulder, my breath caught in my throat and I felt my womanhood pulse madly just bend me over already I shook my head. "What's with the sudden affection?" 'Date' "it's December 31th," 'no, go on date' my heart dropped. He can't be serious right? He must be joking, I sighed turning around and nodding. "We can go to the park and watch the new year's fireworks" he nodded. "But" he stopped bouncing, "you need to shower and brush your teeth. At least be presentable for a date. Go shower now and I'll wash your clothes." He froze in place "oh come on not this again" I pushed him into the bathroom. "You need to face your fear, who is gonna be scared of a serial killer who is afraid of water?" He grunted "just do it."

Until I heard water hitting skin I walked in and stole his clothes. Making a quick wash and setting them into the dryer well what will he wear while those are drying? I pondered for a bit then looked through my apartment, the most I had that could fit him was this large beige trench coat. Maybe if I can find a loose pair of sweatpants, they can fit him. I found an old pair that I bought online, and I placed it on the toilet cover, "clothes on the toilet" all I got back was silence behind the curtain. I rolled my eyes and went to sit on my couch and cuddle with Precious.

I heard the door open and I looked back, I choked on my laughter going into a coughing fit. Those sweets were tight on him, they were basically spandex on him. "S-sorry but that is the only thing I have to offer" I spoke through giggles "just don't get excited and I'll think you'll be fine." 'Excited?' "Yes, like sexually, your genitals would harden" he nodded. I softly smiled as I fed precious and checked on his clothes. I saw his jacket was not washed, "crap how did I forget?"

I pulled it off of its hanger and searched through the pockets when I felt paper in the chest pocket. I pulled it out curiously, it was folded tightly together and cemented by water, stained with mother nature. I carefully unfolded it; the paper was a poem written in purple ink seems familiar I started to read it "the way you look at me puts a harsher burn in my heart than anyone could ever do to my face. Wait a minute that's mine!" An embarrassing love poem to a guy who wouldn't give me the time of day, why did I even like him? I looked through the others and it was all mine, my poems and doodles that went missing on the camping trip. He stole them? How, and why? He even kept them. These folds are overused meaning he must've opened and refolded them. I felt my face go warm "honestly this feels flattering" I giggled to myself as I put his jacket into the washer.