Where's the key to salvation?

Louis leaned closer and their bodies touched. Dexter wanted to pull him away and run, but his body was heavy and he couldn't move.

He started touching him and Dexter leaned into the mirror. He didn't want to do anything with him, he wasn't in the mood and he didn't want to suffer more than he was suffering.

He started to think of a way he could run away again and how he could pass by Louis's bodyguards without being caught.

He was glaring in the reflection of the mirror at himself and at Louis with tears in his eyes, whimpering and clenching his teeth and fists.

Louis's eyes were full of evilness and hatred, but his mocking smile was going through Dexter's soul, crashing it into pieces with only a look.

They kept on making out there, in the bathroom, without worrying about the fact that anyone could enter.

For half an hour, they continued doing it without stopping.

He recovered himself and suddenly snapped. With all the power he had left, he elbowed Lynn's boss right in the face, leaving him to collapse to the ground with his nose bleeding.

He grabbed his clothes from the bathroom floor and tried to put them on while he ran, but he almost fell doing it.

He ran by all the tables in the restaurant in the biggest hurry ever. The tears were still covering his cheeks as he ran away, his mind being full and his vision almost blurred.

He passed by the table he and Louis stayed at. He left his jacket there, forgetting to take it. He was just dressed in a formal shirt with a brown sweater over it and with some pants of the same color.

He rapidly looked around him to scan the zone and then he rushed out of the restaurant. He needed to face the two bodyguards who were especially standing there so he could not run.

He had time to put his clothes back on again and he left the restaurant in seconds. He took a glance behind to see if Louis was following him, but no one was coming.

He suddenly saw some waiters chasing after him, probably thinking that he wanted to run away without paying.

A little thought rushed through his mind: "How do I have so much 'luck' today? Couldn't I just say that I'm not coming and staying home? I wouldn't be in this situation now..."

Dexter had a small body, so he could easily pass by the two bodyguards, even though he was about to be caught by one of them, he still succeeded in running.

The bodyguards were staring in silence after him while he was already far away. He looked behind as he was running and he saw that Louis was outside, with the two bodyguards, with his face full of blood and with a mad and threatening look.

He didn't stay to look behind anymore and he started hurrying his pace. He was already far away from the three, not even being able to see them. After some blocks, he found some boxes and sat down on a tiny one, breathing heavily.

For a moment, he thought of going back to the cafe, since it was near the place, but no one was there at 10 PM at nighttime. He started losing hope and sighed in relief.

He looked at the sky full of stars and the moon which emanated such a strong light. He wished to be home now... he didn't want more than that.

After some minutes when he was sure no one has followed him, he left the stars and the moon behind and walked home.

Dexter wasn't crying, but sometimes you could see a tear rolling down his cheeks as his heart was broken. All he wished now to do to Lynn was to punch him in the face and beat him up.

He was walking down the dark streets, with his look at the ground and his hands in his pockets. He didn't even notice that he was about to pass by a bar, so he could eventually avoid passing by it.

He went on without raising his look. He heard some voices in his right ear, but he didn't mind them at all.

Suddenly, Dexter wakes up from his eternal walk when he was caught by his sweater. He normally wanted to swear at that person to leave him alone, but exactly when he wanted to say something, he turned around and met his eyes.

His eyes fully widened, and shivers ran down his spine as he stared at those merciless and cruel eyes that looked into his soul. The second thing Dexter feared the most, but at the same time, the thing he wanted to teach was an unforgettable lesson.

"Why do I need so much bad luck today to meet him too?" Dexter thought while still staring at him saying nothing.

Who else could it be than his ex? What was he doing at that bar no one knows, but he usually went there with his friends and he always got drunk.

He was holding Dexter's sleeve, but when he noticed that he wanted to leave he grabbed him by his waist.

"Are you hurrying somewhere?" he asked mockingly.

"Yes. I want to go home. Let me fucking go! I'm tired of assholes today!" he replied sourly and disgusted.

Dexter had some advantage because he never let anyone, except Connor, know where his house is, so he could easily just run away, but he stood there like an idiot, fighting with Alan.

"Assholes? Who are you making an asshole? You passed by me, you're in my territory, so that means you're mine." he answered.

He replied with anger after hearing his words: "You can call me however you want, but don't you ever again dare to call me 'yours'. I stopped being yours weeks ago, and not even in our relationship I didn't consider myself yours or you mine. Drop the act and let me go!"

"Oh? But it's not an act, I'm being very honest. Do you want me to let you go to that fucking killer, or? Don't think he could bring something good to your life, so stop acting as you'd even care for that shit."

Anger took control over Dexter's body and he snapped out. Dexter dug his nails into Alan's skin and then punched him in the stomach. "You talk as if you could ever bring something good to my life... Stop meddling in other people's business and stop talking nonsense about people you don't know!" he screamed.

Alan looked back for a second after his friends, but they ran away, letting him deal with Dexter.

"Do you think I was happy with you?! Do you think I loved you?! I was forced by you and your stupid money and lies to date you, but I wasn't happy at all!" he continues as a tear rolled down his cheek.

Dexter found himself crying again, but he wanted to keep it cool and be strong, though it was a little hard for him.

Alan got up from the ground and opened his mouth to say something but suddenly, a gun was touching his forehead. He remained speechless.