* Hey sorry I haven't updated in a long time I was really busy :( but anyway, enjoy!"

All of the walls that were between Flippy and me were now crumbled.

The next day Flippy went to "work" (well I had assumed he went to work, he never actually told me where he went all these times) and I was left alone had left groceries for me to make dinner. Flippy and I were in a good place. We finally had peace with each other.

There was one thing that bothered me though. After finally taking me, Flippy didn't even touch me in that way.

We would sleep together and he'd hold me close, but he wouldn't go any further than a peck on the cheek. It bothered me how Flippy went from being obsessed with having sex with me to not touching me.

Did he not want me any more? That thought scared me.

If he was now bored of me? Would he dispose of me? Would he let me go? Or...kill me? I tried not to think about these kind of things. There was a warm atmosphere between Flippy and me now. I'm sure he wouldn't hurt me…

Unless I set him off again .

All of these questions stirred my peace. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't block out the obvious.

Flippy kissed me on the forehead, smiled and slipped out of the front door, locking it behind him. Even after a week of being locked up in this house, I still wasn't allowed to go outside. I sighed, turned towards the kitchen and figured I should start making dinner.

At around half past four, I heard the door rattling. I sat beside the new wooden table as the glass one was shattered, sipping a cup of tea. A pot of stew sat on the stove, it's mouth-watering smell roaming the kitchen. It took me quite a while to make, but it was truly worth it.

Flippy entered through the front door, and smiled. He was unusually cheerful, and he had three suitcases in his hands. My suitcases.

"Hey Flaky! How's my little angel?I dropped by your house this morning. I got you your change of clothes and your stuff as well. I checked your mail and... you really need to return that library book. Maybe we'll do it today" Flippy cheerfully informed me.

My mouth opened in surprise. How did he get into my house? He took my stuff? Why? He went through my mail? Wait… We'll return a library book? We? Am I being let out? Before I could voice any of those questions, Flippy interrupted my thoughts.

"Mmm that stew smells delicious Flaky! You're a great cook, let's have dinner before we head out."

He smiled towards me, his smile genuine and charming. I blushed. Well, that answered one of my questions I suppose. I quietly poured us both a bowl of stew. We both sat down at opposite ends of the table, Flippy eating my cooking enthusiastically.

"You know, I was thinking this house is kind of bleak. I got it for a deal you see. Maybe we'll do it up?I have a few thousand from the army pension I get. After all, such a house isn't good enough for us to live in... right?" Flippy said between spoonfuls and looked up at me, a gleam of enthusiasm in his eyes.

I choked. For us to live in? He thinks we're going to live together? When did he get that idea? He was the one that's keeping me captive! Flippy noticed my surprise and laughed.

"Come on Flaky. Your crappy little one bedroom house is no place for you. I mean, this house has five rooms! If decorated, it could really be a treat to live in."

I gritted my teeth and my hands balled into fists.

"Do I even have a choice?" I muttered and glared at Flippy.

I knew this would probably set him off but I was going to take the risk. Who did he think he was? I was my own person. He couldn't bend my will into his like this. Just as I expected, Flippy's facial expression showed a sign of displeasure and his eyes flooded with yellow. But only for a split second. He laughed, stood up and walked towards me,ruffled my hair and told me "not to be silly". He didn't even give me an answer. A pang of hopelessness hit me.

"We should get going, the library closes at six"

We walked through the town. At first I was nervous, and I thought of maybe asking someone for help, but I knew I probably couldn't get away from Flippy. There was an early beautiful sunset as it was the middle of October, and I was glad that after such a long time I was able to see it again. Flippy held my hand protectively, as if he was a child and I was his blanket. At times, that's what I thought I was. He was using me like a doll to keep himself sane. Just as we reached the library, I saw a familiar face. Because of the oak trees that stood outside of the library building, I couldn't see much, but I could certainly recognize the voice.

"Jenny!" I called out, much to Flippy's distraught.

"Oh, my, God it's really you Flaky! I haven't seen you in three years!" the girl called back to me and ran towards me, hands stretched out.

I pulled from Flippy's grip and held my own arms out, receiving her hug. Flippy scowled but I paid no attention.

"Jenny! I'm so glad to see you!" I exclaimed.

"So am I! You were my only friend in that wretched orphanage… We didn't spend that much time together...but I remember I had to help you with your homework a lot. Sheesh, you were smart but you did had a lot of problems with biology. Remember that day when you told me that you thought that gastric acid was in your spit?" Jenny said through laughter, still in my arms.

She then playfully kissed my cheeks. I glanced over to Flippy, who was stiff with anger and embarrassment. He noticed me looking at him and scowled once more. I could see his hand twitching to pull me away from Jenny. I swear I could see steam coming out of his head. He looked so lost and childlike that I couldn't help but start laughing. Jenny pulled away and smiled, thinking that I was laughing at the memory with her.

"Flaky, I've got to go… I don't want to lose contact with you again though. I wish I had tried to contact you from my foster home but I didn't get a chance. Can I have your phone number?"

I blushed, not wanting to tell her I actually didn't have a phone.

"I'll give you mine" Flippy stepped in.

"Oh Flippy! I didn't see you there. Wow, you look so grown up! Actually, I just want Flaky's number."

"Flaky's number is my number. You see, we live together." Both Jenny and I gasped.

"What?" we both simultaneously questioned, although I had whispered it so Jenny wouldn't hear.

"Well, I wouldn't be surprised. So, when's the wedding?" Jenny laughed.

"Soon enough" Flippy stated matter-of-factly.

I gaped at him. What?! I never agreed to this! I wanted to scream now but Jenny just smiled. "Oh, okay! Ehm, Wow! A lot to take in! So, can I have the number?"

While Flaky gave Jenny his number, I recovered from my Flippy? This was ridiculous, but yet strangely appealing. I had dreamed of this since I first met him. He wasn't exactly the same now, but at least I could get my dream…

"So, I'll call you this evening Flaky, bye!" Jenny cried out as she rushed off.

As Flippy and I walked home, Flippy asked me a question I will never forget.

"Do you love Jenny?"

Shocked by such a question, I wasn't sure how to reply.

"Emm… as a friend"

"Do you love her more than me?"

I stared at Flippy with surprise, thinking he was joking. He had a very serious face.

"I love you both equally" I lied, teasing him a little.

I didn't care. He already put me through a lot. This was my little revenge. "Oh" was all he replied. We finally got to our house. Flippy opened the door and instructed for me to go inside.

"What about you,Flippy?"

"I'll be back soon don't worry. There is something I have to do. Here, have this, just in case Jenny rings." he muttered while giving me his phone.

Before I could say anything, he shut the door behind me. I sighed and decided that I wanted to get some sleep. I lay on the rugged leather couch, and shut my eyes. Thoughts rushed through my mind and I fell asleep.

The phone rang. I swiftly opened my eyes and looked at the massive wooden clock ticking on the grey wall. It was nine o'clock already. I had slept for two hours. I groaned. My head hurt and my vision blurred. I reached for the phone and swiftly answered it.

"Hello?"

After a long silence, I spoke again.

"Hello? Jenny? Is that you?"

"Is this Flaky?" an unfamiliar male voice questioned on the other line.

"Yes, why?"

"I have found this number beside Ms. Jenkin's bed, and I guessed you were her friend. I need you to listen carefully and take everything in..."

My heart pounded.

I didn't want to hear what was coming next.

"Ms. Jenkin was found murdered in her bed an hour ago. There was a possibility she was raped. We need you as you had met her an hour before the murder. You are not under suspicion, so don't worry. Could you come to the station immediately for-" I switched off the god damn phone.

This couldn't be happening. Who had done this? My heart raced.

Thud.

Was it….

Thud.

No, it couldn't have been…

Thud.

Was it Flippy?

Thud.

This was all my fault... wasn't it?

THUD.

I told him I loved them both equally

THUD.

He has murdered her

THUD.

BECAUSE OF ME.

I started screaming. I held onto my head. I wanted to rip my hair out. Tears poured down my face uncontrollably. If only I HAD KEPT MY MOUTH SHUT! This was all my fault. She's dead because of me. My only friend is dead because of ME! I started kicking and thrashing . I got up and kicked the sofa. I turned over the small coffee table, ripped the blinds off. I hate him! Murderer! He was a murderer! The front door rattled and Flippy ran in.

"Flaky-" he whispered, his hand reaching out for me.

"Don't. You. Dare. Touch. Me!" I screamed, stressing every word.

"You killed her! You did it! Why?! I hate you. I HATE YOU"

I stood there trembling, full of rage. Tears prickled my face and I quickly wiped them off with my sleeve. I thought Flippy was going to flip, but he stood there, his eyes filling with a sickly amber. His face was etched, cold eyes staring at me. He calmly walked towards the front door again.

"You should go to the station then" he suggested, slamming the front door behind him, leaving it unlocked. What should I do? I quickly glanced over at the unlocked front door, and started to run.