But why the interest in this purple cast anywayBut why the interest in this 
purple cast anyway...I did look sexy cast or no cast..
 
After making my way back to the couch on my crutches, I rested my broken leg on 
a pillow on the coffee table while sitting on the couch. I begin finishing a 
reading assignment for one of my university classes. It won't take me long, as 
I've read this book before. 
 
I stop reading a few times to think about my relationship with Stephen. I love 
him so much, but we seem to be getting on each other's nerves so often now. 
Maybe we are moving too fast with our relationship? Maybe we need to spend some 
time apart more often? Each time these thoughts occur, I force myself to get 
back to my reading, knowing I never will get finished otherwise.
 
After completing the reading, I decide to make something quick to eat and 
watch TV for a while. I carefully slide the cast off the coffee table and use 
the one crutch to help me up before sliding the other crutch in position.
 
Crutching through the family room, I go into the kitchen to fix a sandwich to 
eat. I don't need my crutches in the kitchen, I can hop on my good leg so I rest 
the crutches by the table. Standing at the sink, using the counter to keep my 
balance on one foot I look out one of the windows and gaze out into the front 
yard. Darkness is setting in quickly now. I don't see any cars drive past the 
house which is unusual for this time of evening.
 
I don't see any trick-or-treaters out tonight either. Because of the serial 
killer, the neighbourhood has arranged for the kids to come to the nearby 
elementary school for a Halloween carnival, instead of walking the streets in 
the dark.
 
With my sandwich made and after pouring something to drink, I hop back on one 
leg into the family room and sit on the couch to relax. Using both hands I rest 
my broken leg back on the coffee table. It feels so strange not to be able to 
bent or move my leg at all. It's like some of the bondage that we do sometime 
during sex. He loves to tie my wrists and ankles to the bed, spread eagle.
 
I grab the remote control for the TV and begin flipping through the channels to 
find something fun to watch. I pause on one of the local channels to catch the 
news and weather forecast for tonight.
 
Sitting on the couch eating my sandwich, I watch a few commercials while waiting 
for the news to come back on. Finally, the news program comes back on with the 
first news item covering the serial killer still on the loose. The news anchor 
warns the public to be careful tonight with this mysterious killer still evading 
the police. 
 
For the first time since Stephen left, I begin to feel that maybe I should have 
gone with him to his father's store. I begin flipping through the channels 
again, not wanting to watch anything more about this scary killer.
 
The phone rings, startling me for a moment. I stretch to get the phone at the 
other end of the couch.
 
"Hello." While stretching I slide my cast off the pillow and because of the 
weight my broken leg fall down to the floor, banging the cast.
 
"Ouch..shit my leg"
 
"Hey Sam ... everything okay there?"
 
"Yes Stephen, everything here is just fine. I just stretched too much and my 
cast crashed to the floor. I think I can take care of myself a little longer 
than that!" I say, the irritation I was feeling before returning now.
 
"I'm not calling to check up on you, baby ... Is your broken leg OK? What about 
the cast? "
 
"My leg and the cast are fine love. Why are you so interested in my cast 
anyway?"
 
"I'm just calling to tell you that I'm sorry for arguing with you earlier. I 
know you can take care of yourself." 
 
"I'm sorry too, sweetie. I guess I should be more understanding but with my 
broken leg, I don't want to become a bother, I'm not totally helpless you know. 
I know you're just worried about me. At least I know you really do care about 
me," 
 
"I do care deeply about you, baby ... I'll try to lighten up with you"
 
"Sam, promise me you won't go anywhere on your crutches until I get there. It's 
already dark now and I would just feel better if you would stay where you are 
until I get there."
 
"I promise I won't go anywhere ... I'll be right here until you get back, plus 
with that heavy cast, I will need your help just to get off the couch, Feel 
better now?" I say mockingly while my hand was rubbing my purple cast.
 
"Yeah ... thanks for understanding my concerns ... I guess. Be ready to leave 
for the Halloween party by 9 pm. I should be able to get out of here by then."
 
"Okay sweetie, I'll see you in a few hours then. Bye," I say quickly, hanging up 
the phone.
 
Moments after I hang up the phone, I begin flipping through the channels again, 
trying to find something fun to watch.
 
The phone begins ringing once more.
 
"Stephen ... give me a break! Please" really strange choice of words from a 
woman with a broken leg
 
"Uh ... I'm sorry. Is this Samantha?"
 
"Oh ... sorry. Yes, this is Samantha. Who is calling?" I say meekly, feeling 
embarrassed.
 
"You don't remember my voice? This is Richard. Don't you remember your best 
buddy you grew up with and went to school with?"
 
"Oh! Hey Richard! I'm sorry. I thought you were Stephen calling me back."
 
"No. I wish I could be Stephen, but it's just your lifelong pal calling talk ... 
sorry to disappoint."
 
"Oh, Richard! You know I love talking to you anytime. How did you get this 
number? Only a few people have it since I'm just going to be here for the week."
 
"I called your sister, Christine, and got it after I called your apartment. 
One of your roomies said you were house sitting for some friends this week."
 
I last saw Richard about a month ago. Richard and I have been best friends since 
we were very young, but we never did date each other for various reasons. 
 
"So what's up with you, babe? Aren't you moving to California soon?" 
 
"That's why I called, Sam. We're moving sooner than I told you the last time I 
saw you. I was hoping I could come by to see you for a bit tonight"
 
"You will have to come over. I had an accident since we last saw each other. My 
left leg is in a cast covering my whole leg and I can't drive. Come on over! Do 
you know where the Overlook subdivision is at?"
 
"Yeah, what's the address?"
 
"1326 Lake Drive. The house sits off the street some ... just pull up to the 
garage and come to the front door."
 
"Okay ... I should be there in the next fifteen minutes. I'm not too far from 
there now."
 
"Okay. I'll listen for you. Bye."
 
Hanging up the phone, I begin wondering if I should call Stephen and let him 
know Richard is coming over. Stephen seems to like Richard from the times we 
have all been together. I decide not to worry Stephen right now. The less I talk 
to him right now, the less he will aggravate me about being careful tonight with 
a killer on the prowl. 
 
I begin thinking again about how Stephen has been getting on my nerves quite 
often lately. Ever since my accident and now his interest in my broken leg was 
bothering me. How come he didn't see the car coming my way? 
 
Stop that Samantha...that's crazy, he loves you, he would never want you to be 
injured. For the first time, I seriously consider the need to spend some time 
apart, to make sure we really do want to be together as a couple. Maybe I'm just 
over-reacting to our argument earlier, but I can't help but wonder. What's the 
attraction to my cast and the way he looks at me when I come to him on my 
crutches. He looks so sexually excited. We need to talk about this tonight.
 
Realizing I still haven't finished my sandwich, I begin eating it quickly so I 
can be finished by the time Richard gets here. I happen to catch another local 
channel's evening news about the serial killer that he is expected to possibly 
strike again tonight. I change the channel again quickly, not wanting to watch 
it. 
      
I begin to really feel afraid now. Flipping through the movie channels looking 
for a comedy that I can watch, hoping this will get my mind off of being alone. 
 
The sound of breaking glass startles me.           Part 3 to come