?Running With Scissors ?

I spent longer than I was comfortable with at Blondy's house and sadly it took me longer than I like to admit to realize that he was using me as his own personal dress up doll. He also kept checking his phone. At first I thought he was taking sneaky pictures of me but when I looked over his shoulder, he was checking his text messages with someone called Care Bear.

Probably Scissors.

Besides his weird obsession with me putting in as many of his clothes as possible, Michael also talked a lot, mostly about his neighbor and all the funny stuff she does or says. It feels like a one-sided interview where he talks constantly and I don't talk at all.

Eventually, by the ninth outfit I decide to wear it no matter what it is because he's starting to get a little too handsy. Thankfully it's a pair of plain black sweats although the reason why he didn't pull those out first is not a road I want to go down. After offering me beer, a bubble bath, a massage and making a few inappropriate passes and only getting silence in return, he insists on walking me back making it like the end to an awkward, silent date.

I've never been so excited to leave someone's house before; not even when Darlene found my porn stash.

"So, this whole mute thing really works for you." He says with his hands stuffed deep in his pockets. "Like a sexy mime if mimes were sexy."

I know I've done some bad things in my life but this feels like God's torturing me.

I don't answer him. I don't even acknowledge that I heard him which, sadly, doesn't dissuade Blondy. We reach the door that I stupidly walked out of without Scissors as back up and he reaches for my hand. I jerk back and take a step away. I'm not against- you know- but I've never had someone so... forward. Blondy doesn't seem to mind my attitude as he laughs.

"Calm down, bud. I just want to hold you hand and look you deep in your eyes when I tell you that Connie and I share a wall." He bites his lip and I want to run far, far away. "Make it loud."

He laughs again when my eyes go wide.

"I knew you spoke English." Blondy smiles at me as he swings the door open. "You're good! You really had me goin-"

Both him and I stop in our tracks when we see the state the house is in. The little table in the entry has the drawer out and the flower vase is tipped over. Her once neatly folded laundry has been strewn around the floor, the hall closet is opened with towels hanging out and her living room curtains are torn. Unless Constance lost her mind, which I'm not sure was all there to begin with, they were here.

I knew going with her was a bad idea.

My hand instinctively reaches to my hip where my gun usually is but I left it behind- which means one of two things. Either whoever ransacked the house took Scissors because of the gun or they took the gun and shot her with it to frame me... since I didn't hear a gun shot, they probably took her but then again, I also didn't hear this kind of destruction happening.