Serena’s mind fades from her dreams to see light slightly touching her face from the slightly opened door. Caution holds her still until her eyes blink twice while her head slowly turns to the right. The blurred silhouette of a man stands on the other side of the door until her sight focuses to see D. She sees him without any expressive creases on his face as he turns his head to face every room with busy eyes. When his mouth wiggles back and forth slightly, she sees him drop his eyes and walk to the right of her vision. She slides up from her shadowed sheets and looks down at the floor to watch where she places her right foot. A subtle wooden creak presses into her ears, so her mouth flexes a slight frown until she sees the coast is clear. She picks up the pajama pants on the ground and puts on a black laced bra from the black dresser to her right.
Her green right eye dashes back and forth in between the slightly opened door. After her left hand slowly pushes the door to her body’s size, she squeezes out and focuses on the blue light making shadows within itself on the wall. She focuses on where the light is coming from and sees the back of D’s head. She glides over to his opened door and rests her left hand on the inside of the door-frame as she looks at the television screen full of happy faces. After she hears D’s voice say, “Honey, you gotta see this! Say it again angel” she realizes this is a family video.
The child supporting its chubby body with legs full of rolls smiles its full cheeks as its stubby fingers reach for the lens of the camera. The camera moves to the side as the sound of multiple short kisses that were finished with a blow on a chubby neck cause giggling to rest in Serena and D’s ears. The camera goes back to the baby’s face while D says, “Come on Cynthia, say it one more time for daddy.” Cynthia hops up and down rapidly without leaving the ground as she puts her right pointer finger in her mouth with her left hand cradling her right palm.
Cynthia looks back at the Camera and says, “Da-da” so D holding the camera shouts, “That’s my girl!”
A woman with subtle athletic curves kneels down with wide brown eyes as she turns her head full of black whimsical curls to face D holding the camera. Laughter comes out of D from behind the camera again before the woman says in a Middle Eastern accent, “Did she just say?!”
D laughs and says, “Yes! She said Da-da!”
The woman picks up Cynthia and says, “Great job Cynthia! Great job my little baby!” and smothers her chubby cheeks with kisses after she pulls her curly black hair to the side of her head. She says, “That’s my girl.” and hugs her tightly as she bounces Cynthia’s body up and down.
D says, “Hey, I was there for the baking process too. Don’t act like those nine months were only hell for you.” They chuckle with each other, so he says, “I still feel like we need an exorcist after you blew up on me for eating the chips that one time.”
The woman says, “Don’t listen to daddy” in Cynthia’s ear before she plucks her with kisses again. She then turns to face D and says, “I love you.”
D replies, “I love you too Nala.” The camera is put to the side and only sees the white sectional couch with the painting of the Eiffel Tower on the wall. The sound of D kissing Nala hits D and Serena’s ears again as D’s focus on the television screen zooms out until he sees the reflection of Serena peaking through his doorway. He slides his left pointer finger under his nose a couple times before he pauses the video. D asks, “Can I help you Serena?”
Serena replies, “I’m sorry.”
“I mean. Obviously something happened to your family. It must have been traumatic, so I want to say I’m sorry.”
D presses his lips together with his eyes facing the rug on the wooden floor. He brings his head back up and says, “Do you really wanna know why I do this?” He turns his face to her’s resting in the doorway, and then points his open palm at the top of his white sheets with golden accents.
Serena mixes her smile with awkwardness as she says, “Yeah… I’m not wearing a shirt.”
D chuckles and asks, “Are you at least wearing a bra?”
“Then you don’t have to worry about me molesting you. You can take a seat and I will still pay attention to you and be able to speak clearly with you. Although, I can’t say the same for my men; so in the future, wear clothes if you’re leaving your room.” She hesitates, so he drops his palm towards the bed again and puts his hand on his white and black chair’s arm. She walks into the room and sits on the bed with her body facing D. He turns his head and laughs after he sees her only wearing a bra.
Serena says, “Sorry for spying on you by the way.”
“No worries. It could have been someone a lot worse than you.”
Serena’s face scrunches as her eyes dart back and forth quickly before saying, “Wait, people have broken in here before?”
D chuckles again as he says, “No… but, you never know if someone will one of these days.”
“Relax. But, since you wanted to see my past, that was my family. Yes, they were murdered. By who, I don’t really know. All that I know is that he did it to get to me, so now I want to find him. It started this whole operation because I used to just live in solitude with my wife and my baby girl as a prominent business man. But apparently the quiet life wasn’t the life I was meant to live. Yet now… I don’t even care to kill anyone besides the man that took away my family. It wouldn’t bring them back, so what’s the point in killing anyone besides this man? I honestly wouldn’t care if I died one of these days because then I would be free with my family; in a place where I don’t have to worry about the killing that goes on around here.”
“Can I ask how they… you know?”
D’s face loses all emotions as he says, “You don’t want to know that. I still get nightmares from all of the blood. It’s what made me so callous to killing someone that killed someone else. And it reminds me that I want to kill that bastard still, yet, I would want to die shortly after. I can’t take the memories anymore.”
Serena’s sorrow calms her face as she says, “Wow… I’m so sorry D.”
“It’s okay. It’s not like you did it. But I am curious to know why you’re here.”
“What do you mean?”
“I kill because of what happened to the people I love. My men kill because of what happened to the people they love; even the ones with rough stories in the past. They were only killers because they needed to vent their frustration of a serious event in their lives. I showed them how to kill the people that are like the ones that hurt and killed their loved ones. So… I’ll ask you again. Why are you really here?”
“Well a killer killed my father.”
“Yes, your mother. Yet why didn’t you just kill her if killing is how you want to vent your frustration? She is the cause of your misery, so she will most likely be the closure that you’re looking for. Why don’t you want closure?”
“That’s my mother!”
“Do you really feel the emotions that a child should feel towards their mother?”
“Do you really feel like she is a mother to you? The loving figure that is supposed to make your life a better place and truly nurture you like you desire?”
Serena pauses with her green eyes locked on D’s golden brown eyes. After he raises his left eyebrow and tilts his head slightly to the left, she sighs and says, “No. But I’m conflicted because she’s my mother.”
“I know. So what are you going to do about it?”
“I figure… if I learn how to kill properly and get it out of my system with all of the people that are here hurting other people, it may go away.”
D nods with his lips pressed together on the right side of his mouth. He breathes deeply from his nostrils until he says, “Take it from a guy that’s been doing this so long that he can’t even count how many people he’s killed… I don’t care about killing another person. All I want to do is find the man that killed my wife and our child and kill him. Then I hope to only die shortly afterwards. She was my life, so my life ended when I saw her casket having dirt thrown on it at her funeral. And when I saw the miniature casket right next to hers’, I lost grip of my life. I gripped a handful of different types of drugs and started snorting, smoking and drinking myself to the afterlife. Yet after someone punched me in the bar and I snapped on him by beating him until he had to be resuscitated by medical personnel for two hours, I realized I needed to face my problem head on. So when I find the true reason for my misery; this man, then I will kill him and hope to die shortly after.”
“How do you know it was a man?”
D stares at her without any motion until he can feel her becoming uncomfortable. After she slightly sits back for any type of response, he says, “He made me watch what happened to her on a video when he had me imprisoned; and then he insisted that he was going to kill me after he knows I’m good and sad.”
“Why did this man capture you and torture you like this?”
D stands up and says, “I told you, I was a prominent business man. Unfortunately the eyes that watch you when you’re up there are not always good. I was working on an idea for self-sustaining energy and he wanted it. Apparently it was more important than life and love to this man.” He makes his way over to the bed and sits next to her and says, “So, you need to stop running and face your fears head on. I do believe everything happens for a reason, but you need to understand that sometimes, bad things don’t have to happen if you listen to what’s happening around you.” D looks off to the side as he says, “I just wish I wouldn’t have thought his death threats on my family were just a prank.” He looks back at Serena and says, “But you should get to bed” he chuckles while saying, “and next time, if you decide to play secret spy again, make sure you wear clothes. Your physique is desired by more than just nice honest men. Okay?”
She chuckles and says, “Okay. Goodnight D.”
He smiles and says, “Call me Darren.”
“Darren. You can call me Abigail. But in front of everyone else it’s Serena.”
They chuckle as he says, “Same rules apply to when you should call me D or Darren. Now, off you go.”
She hugs him, so he rests his fingers on her back and grips tightly onto her. A long pause holds them together until Darren sighs and nods for her to leave. Serena stands up and walks towards the door. As she turns to go to her room, she looks back to see D still staring at his rug without any expression on his face. Her eyes scan for any other emotion on his body, yet they still see the emptiness within his heart weighing down his expressions. She turns away and makes her way back to her bed and goes back to sleep.