As I arrived home I stashed the bodysuit in my closet. The fatigue from the adrenaline rush setting in as I collapsed on my bed. My dreams filled with confusing imagery. As I imagined that all that happened that night was part of my dream.. As I had nightmares that it was all real and I'd gone insane. I dreamt of imagining her body deflating, and carrying her bloodied corpse all the way home. The night seemed to go on and on with each new horrendous re-imagining until I woke up. I avoided the closet and put on a fresh change of clothes. My mind reeling as i heard the doorbell downstairs ring.
My mother always on top of things got it while I shoved various books and notepads into my bag. Before I could even pull the straps over my shoulders Patricia's boyfriend stormed into the room looking for her. My heart dropped as my mother yelled for him to leave. I watched as he slammed the door in her face and whirled around to face me.
"I saw your shitbox rolling away from the residential buildings last night! I know you were covering her shift.. so where is she!?", he asked.
He was a big man, about 6'2" with a solid bulky mass. His arms and legs swollen with muscles. He looked nearly ready to kill me, "bitch thinks she can leave me and run off to some wimpy man to replace me! Yea right!", he adds.
I watch him advance closer to me, fury in his eyes as he looks ready to pummel me. My mother's banging on the door receding as I hear her talking to someone on the phone. "Tell me where she is you pathetic piece of garbage, and I'll leave", he says bunching his fists tightly. I point towards the closet and he quickly strides over to it and almost rips the door of the hinges. His eyes tracking down to the floor of the closet to find her limp deflated body.
"What the... what the hell is this?", he asks turning to me belligerent.
"I don't know.. I have no idea, she ran in front of my car and I...i... hit her.. and then she just turned into that... thing!" I reply unsure how to explain.
My mother bangs on the door, "police are on their way so you better leave!" She yells as Brad looks between me, the door, and the bodysuit of Patricia on the floor.