053: Hope

Dexter

I peel my eyes open slowly.

My vision is pretty blurry, so I have to blink a few times to clear it. Afterward, I look around with a crinkled brow, trying to make sense of where I am.

I try to move. My back is sore. I try to figure out why and then it hits me as quickly as a bullet would. The attack. The fucking knife. I try to reach behind me to feel my back and I realize there’s nothing there. Rather, I can’t feel it.

I sit up quickly and look around. I’m in a room that I don’t recognize, and for some reason, the knife isn’t in me anymore and I feel better. The door of the bedroom is closed. I look around and spot women’s clothes.

Where am I?

I stand up and walk toward the door. I press my ear close to it and don’t hear a thing. There’s only silence. I then turn the handle and open the door. This floor…l recognize it.

I hear footsteps heading toward me and then I see Vanessa staring at me. Her eyes are wide, and I instantly notice that she’s wearing a red top and jeans t