Demented Souls Collection: Books 5-8

Chapter 8

When Beth got off work the next afternoon she got in her car and checked her phone, hoping to find a call or text from Sadist, but there was nothing. She let out a heavy sigh.

It had been a rough day, three screaming kids and one client with a head full of lice so bad Beth still itched just thinking about it, even though she’d had to turn them away and Beth hadn’t had more than a few minutes interaction. She couldn’t wait to get home and take a long, hot shower but she’d been hoping to find a message or a missed call. She made her way home, Sadist still on her mind. Had something happened to keep him from calling? She’d messaged him that morning and had hoped for a response by now.

The over examining things was getting her nowhere and would only drive her crazy, so Beth pushed him out of her mind as she pulled into the parking lot of her apartment complex and went inside. Stepping in the door, she locked it, hung her purse on the knob and started stripping. Shower, she needed a shower now. Beth dropped her clothes in the hamper in her room on the way by and got straight into the shower, stepping under the spray as soon as it was warm enough.

As she lathered her hair for the second time, not that it needed it, but it helped with the itching, Sadist snuck into her thoughts again. The leather and clean scent of him. No, I’m not going to be one of those idiots who pines for a man who never calls, especially after one freaking date, she told herself as she pushed him out of her mind again.

No, I’m not going to be one of those idiots who pines for a man who never calls, especially after one freaking date,Instead, she planned out her evening. Not that there was much planning to it. Dinner, an evening in front of the TV because she was tired and wanted to put her feet up, she was off work tomorrow and she had things to get done. Groceries for the week and she needed to stop and see her folks. Dad hadn’t looked good the last time she’d seen them, a few days earlier, and she was worried. She needed to stop by and see how he was doing.

After her shower, she pulled on a pair of old sweats she’d cut off into shorts and an over-sized t-shirt. She wasn’t going anywhere, and no one was going to see her, so why not be comfortable? She re-heated some leftovers and pulled her phone from her purse before sitting on the couch and propping her feet up. Picking up the TV remote, she settled in for the night.