After officially confirming the relationship with Dillon, although the "relationship" they think may not be the same, the tense nerves in my heart still relax a lot. One of the potential shadows in my heart has been resolved, and I plan to eliminate the second and most important one. The shadow in Brian's heart, Dexter.
But these two days, I did not leave in a hurry, I was in a hurry to complete what I thought. Instead, he stayed in Dillon's shop honestly, soaking with the two of them. After all, it is a newly confirmed relationship. I don’t want to lay a foundation that is full of loopholes and not solid at the beginning because of my unnecessary impatience.
The relationship between the two of us is actually no different from that of the survivors. Maybe it's because we always don't speak unless we have to. So let alone love language, sweet chatting. But even just sitting next to each other, enjoying each other's presence, and doing my own thing, makes me feel very happy physically and mentally.
As soon as the three-day time set for myself came, even if I didn't want to, I restrained myself and Dillon temporarily saying goodbye. The excuse was wanting to hang out with some friends for a few days. God knows that in the more than two years of working and studying in Miami, I haven't made anyone who can be called a friend, or an acquaintance who can make me willing to waste my time to get along like Dillon.
The reason I've been away from Dillon these days is just to update my Dexter observation journal again. It's been nearly a year since I left Miami for America's Next Top Model, and I haven't really gotten to know what's going on around Dexter. The only recent situation that can be considered an update is by monitoring his "sister" Debbie's updates on social networks.
Although it is not intuitive, I can still easily infer the current situation of their home from Debbie's status update and some comments on the Internet. What's more, Debbie sometimes complains to her friends about her brother's inhumanity from time to time.
By the way, I call Debbie Dexter's "sister". Insincere. In Brian's personality, some of Dexter's adoptive parents are only disgusted, how can he treat this kindly, the woman who occupies Dexter's side, where he should have stood.
"I'll be back in a few days, remember to think of me." I was carrying a small handbag, a gift from a magazine shoot when I was a model. Standing in front of the door of Dillon's gun shop, he stepped forward and hugged the man in front of him, and then he gave Dillon a light kiss on the lips on the pedestrian path.
"How come I don't know when you became so..." Although the tone was a little helpless, I could easily see Dillon's eyes with some connivance.
"This is the act of taking an oath of sovereignty and territory." I spread out my hands with a smile. The bag I was carrying was a little heavy, and I quickly put down the posture of my hands. "Don't think I don't know, your muscles and handsome face make many women in the neighborhood salivate."
"Are you a wild animal?" Dillon became a little confused, the expression on his face melted his usual marble statue-like expression. The image of the whole person has also become lively.
"Just treat me as me!" I turned around and took a few steps, then turned back and waved to him. Although we rarely have this type of conversation on weekdays, I know that in order to maintain a good and not rigid relationship with this reticent man, at least I can't be reticent when necessary.
I didn't agree to borrow a car from Dillon, so I still took a taxi and left. Because of what I'm trying to do, it's not a good idea to drive a car that's uncommon and in some ways quite visible.
Dillon's car, damn it, is a damn cool Hummer. The surface of the army green, square and square looks particularly imposing, which is similar to the feeling of Dillon himself. Should it be said to be a master-like type? It can also be seen from this that although Dillon is the kind of taciturn man, his presence is hard to ignore.
Maybe that's what attracted me to him.
Taking a taxi, I asked the driver to drop me off in the business district not far from what is now Dexter's home. Because the exact address was reported directly, wouldn't it be too suspicious if the driver dropped me directly at his door, but I didn't enter after getting off the bus.
Said to be a commercial area, it is actually just a street where some daily necessities stores and cafes and restaurants gather. Even though the club head is over, I still bought a cup of mocha and drank it. While leisurely carrying the bag in his hand, he strolled through the neighborhood close to Dexter like a young man shopping alone in the afternoon.
If I remember correctly, Debbie, who was still in her final year of high school, was ready to go home from get out of class. Usually, she would get off at this bus stop if it wasn't for the retired Sheriff Harry to pick him up.
I thought to myself as I stopped at the nearest bus stop to Dexter's house. I found a seat in the rain shelter at the bus stop, just like other people waiting for the bus. It's just that they were waiting for the next bus, and I was waiting for a person.
Soon, as usual, the bus was delayed by about five minutes, and the bus carrying Debbie stopped at this bus stop. I pretended to aimlessly watch the flow of people getting off the bus, and searched for Debbie's figure. Hopefully she's not being driven home by Sheriff Harry today, so I can sniff something out of her mouth too.
Fortunately, I was lucky enough to have a day when Sheriff Harry was not picking up Debbie home. Debbie and some of her classmates got down from the back door of the car while chatting.
I noticed that although Debbie turned her back to me, my gaze was caught by one of her friends, who was facing the other girl. An excited expression appeared on her face, and even though she wanted to make a small gesture, I found it out in a big way, and tapped the arm of the classmate next to her.
"Look at it! ... There's a handsome guy over there. Look over here... So sexy..." The words that were not in a low voice, full of girlish feelings, flowed into my ears. A smile appeared on the corner of my mouth, with a surprised expression on my face, and I raised my foot and walked towards them.
"Ah!!! He came over to us!"
"Hi, Debbie. How have you been?" I said.
In fact, before this, although I monitored every social network account of her, I even learned about her incomprehension by following Dexter. But we didn't really know each other. This sentence was originally a bait to strike up a conversation.
"Huh?" Debbie turned her head blankly and glanced at me. She obviously didn't remember who I was, and of course someone she'd never met, how could she possibly remember? "...I'm sorry...are you?..."
"Don't you remember? We met at the eks bar last month!" I looked surprised and hurt, and I was very sure of the fact that we knew each other. By monitoring Debbie's social network, I learned that she had been drunk with a few friends at the eks bar a month ago.
After getting drunk, I tweeted several times, and when I was sober, I was too embarrassed to explain another one. So a drunk person who doesn't remember who she has met is a very reasonable explanation.
"Oh my God, Debbie! You know such a handsome boy, but you didn't introduce us to it!" Several friends beside her coaxed. This made Debbie's face reddish subtly.
Thanks to their coaxing, Debbie didn't have enough time and calm mind to analyze my lies. She answered pitifully, "Ah...yes...that's right...what's your name?"
"William." I said William's name with a smile. "How have you been recently? Are you still arguing with your brother? You were drunk and complained a lot to me that day."
Because of his recent case, his name has been stuck in my mind. But morally speaking, I shouldn't just use his name like that, after all, I didn't know the news of his death soon. Unfortunately, because I didn't feel this kind of morality, I said it subconsciously.
Also according to Debbie's social network, I noticed that she had some troubles with Dexter before. So I took this as a topic and cut straight to the topic I wanted to explore.
Unexpectedly, Debbie's face darkened when she mentioned this sentence. The friends who had been booing next to her before also appeared overwhelmed, showing a look of comfort. what happened
"...We don't fight anymore..." Debbie's tone was low. "After my father passed away, I realized that now only my brother is the one who can support each other in life with me."
Sheriff Harry is dead? ! I was blown away by the sudden news. But I still subconsciously received a polite reassurance, "Sorry Debbie...I don't know...what happened?"
Also, after all, no one is going to say something about the death of some of their closest relatives on social networks. When some small sorrows and sorrows occur, people generally like to let the people around them know and get attention. But when a real accident occurs, it is the normal state of people to hide in the shadows to heal.
But to me, Sheriff Harry's death and Debbie's grief have nothing to do with me. The only thing I know through this news is that Dexter's last reins are gone!
"...Just two weeks ago...Father passed away in the hospital..." Debbie's eyes were red, but she suddenly realized that she had exposed her vulnerable side in front of someone who was equivalent to a stranger, and quickly changed the subject: " No William, it's not your fault. Thank you for your concern, but I don't think now is the best time to chat."
This sentence is equivalent to a refusal to strike up a conversation with me. Anyway, the intention is not to really know each other with her, exchange contact information or something. I've probably got the news anyway, so I can just stop there and play down the memories I've had in Debbie's memory.
Unlike Brian's original plan to approach Dexter, I didn't want to do it in such a humiliating way.
Because Brian hates Debbie, his previous plan was to approach Debbie and invade her family after gaining her trust. Thus connecting with Dexter. In the end, it's best to kill Debbie in front of Dexter and reawaken his brother's memories of himself and his real family.
This is the best method that Brian thought of at the beginning. Completely cut off the connection between Dexter and the fake family, leaving only him and himself like a dozen years ago, the life of two people supporting each other. But I always felt that there was an inferiority complex that Brian had with Dexter in this approach.
The final reins were gone, and Dexter was at his most psychologically unstable. I can start getting close to him.