to go. She liked that idea. But she also wanted to go to college. I told her no college! It was either leaving together or nothing.”
Whoa. Bizarre is not the term strong enough for what he just said. This is too odd. He’s a real piece of work, but then, all psychos are.
“What?” he asks, taken aback.
“What do you mean what ?” I shrug.
“You’re looking at me funny.”
I turn my face away from him so I can roll my eyes and not be called on it. When I look back, he seems confused. I wonder what’s going through his head now. His mind must be like one of those colorful yet nonsense kaleidoscopes.
“It just seems unusual that you wanted to be her daddy , and she simply agreed. But then you wouldn’t let her go to college. Why?” I look him straight in the eye. His pupils seem to dilate and contract.
“She needed my protection. I wouldn’t be able to watch over her when she was away at a college. She was weak and naïve, like a little child,” Razor explains. “Men would take an advantage of her, and she wouldn’t know how to guard herself.”
“So how would this be any better than living with her father? You said he was keeping Faith on a short leash. What you offered was exactly the same. Worse even, since her father actually let her go off to college.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms over my chest.
“Women need protection,” he says stubbornly.
Whoa, what rock did you crawl from under, buddy?
“Okay, fine. So what’s your problem with Colin?” I’m not getting much from him. I still don’t know why he thinks Colin had anything to do with Faith’s death.
He says through clenched teeth, “That guy made her die. He did that. She was an innocent child, vulnerable, and he took an advantage of her. He got her into drugs and alcohol. He was buying it all for her. He wanted her to get weak and die.”
I feel my eyebrows draw together. I’m angry and confused. Angry with myself for letting a doubt mar my trust for Colin. And confused, because what Razor is saying doesn’t really add up. It’s a nonsense rambling that comes from a crazy mind. That’s exactly what it is, and I have to dismiss it all. Or do I?
“What happened after Faith’s father allowed her to go to college? What did you do?” I ask.
He looks away, not wanting to meet my eyes.
“What happened?” I insist.
After what seems like forever, he mumbles, “I… took her and drove her to the cabin. She was to stay there until I got a place in Montana for us.”
“What? You actually kidnapped her? Why the hell would you do that?”
“She needed to be protected. She was weak,” he repeats. His eyes are blazing as if in fever, and I see a glimpse of his crazy side again. “I put a collar on her and tied her to bed. She could get to the bathroom, but not any further.”
What the fuck? A collar? Like on a pet? “Was this how you planned to protect her because she was weak?”
“You know nothin’,” he snaps. “It was a nice collar. It had real zirconias in it. She liked it.”
I’m sure she did. “Did she tell you that?” I sneer.
“She got away, but I know she liked it. She was safe with me.”
Holy smoke, this guy is impossibly delusional. How can I convince him that his way of thinking is ludicrous, and how do I make sure he leaves Colin out of it? I try carefully, “You went to jail, didn’t you?”
“For cutting one of the deserving ones,” he says proudly.
Interesting choice of words. “You mean one of the guys that beat or cheated on their wives?”
“I cut his ear off with my blade. Slowly. He had to pay for what he did to his girlfriend.”
I shudder. “What did he do?”
“Every Friday after work he would hire a prostitute and take her to a hotel room,” he says in conspiratorial whisper. “The girlfriend would wait for him with a home cooked dinner, without suspecting anything.”
Wow, listening to him was like watching a bad movie.
Whoa. Bizarre is not the term strong enough for what he just said. This is too odd. He’s a real piece of work, but then, all psychos are.
“What?” he asks, taken aback.
“What do you mean what ?” I shrug.
“You’re looking at me funny.”
I turn my face away from him so I can roll my eyes and not be called on it. When I look back, he seems confused. I wonder what’s going through his head now. His mind must be like one of those colorful yet nonsense kaleidoscopes.
“It just seems unusual that you wanted to be her daddy , and she simply agreed. But then you wouldn’t let her go to college. Why?” I look him straight in the eye. His pupils seem to dilate and contract.
“She needed my protection. I wouldn’t be able to watch over her when she was away at a college. She was weak and naïve, like a little child,” Razor explains. “Men would take an advantage of her, and she wouldn’t know how to guard herself.”
“So how would this be any better than living with her father? You said he was keeping Faith on a short leash. What you offered was exactly the same. Worse even, since her father actually let her go off to college.” I lean back in my chair and fold my arms over my chest.
“Women need protection,” he says stubbornly.
Whoa, what rock did you crawl from under, buddy?
“Okay, fine. So what’s your problem with Colin?” I’m not getting much from him. I still don’t know why he thinks Colin had anything to do with Faith’s death.
He says through clenched teeth, “That guy made her die. He did that. She was an innocent child, vulnerable, and he took an advantage of her. He got her into drugs and alcohol. He was buying it all for her. He wanted her to get weak and die.”
I feel my eyebrows draw together. I’m angry and confused. Angry with myself for letting a doubt mar my trust for Colin. And confused, because what Razor is saying doesn’t really add up. It’s a nonsense rambling that comes from a crazy mind. That’s exactly what it is, and I have to dismiss it all. Or do I?
“What happened after Faith’s father allowed her to go to college? What did you do?” I ask.
He looks away, not wanting to meet my eyes.
“What happened?” I insist.
After what seems like forever, he mumbles, “I… took her and drove her to the cabin. She was to stay there until I got a place in Montana for us.”
“What? You actually kidnapped her? Why the hell would you do that?”
“She needed to be protected. She was weak,” he repeats. His eyes are blazing as if in fever, and I see a glimpse of his crazy side again. “I put a collar on her and tied her to bed. She could get to the bathroom, but not any further.”
What the fuck? A collar? Like on a pet? “Was this how you planned to protect her because she was weak?”
“You know nothin’,” he snaps. “It was a nice collar. It had real zirconias in it. She liked it.”
I’m sure she did. “Did she tell you that?” I sneer.
“She got away, but I know she liked it. She was safe with me.”
Holy smoke, this guy is impossibly delusional. How can I convince him that his way of thinking is ludicrous, and how do I make sure he leaves Colin out of it? I try carefully, “You went to jail, didn’t you?”
“For cutting one of the deserving ones,” he says proudly.
Interesting choice of words. “You mean one of the guys that beat or cheated on their wives?”
“I cut his ear off with my blade. Slowly. He had to pay for what he did to his girlfriend.”
I shudder. “What did he do?”
“Every Friday after work he would hire a prostitute and take her to a hotel room,” he says in conspiratorial whisper. “The girlfriend would wait for him with a home cooked dinner, without suspecting anything.”
Wow, listening to him was like watching a bad movie.
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