It's been fun staying in this nice home all week with my boyfriend. I've been house sitting for the Costello's, who have been gone since last Friday and aren't due back until this coming Sunday. House sitting can be a great job when you are stuck in a leg cast like I am right now. I can still hear my boyfriend yelled. "Samantha, watch out... " I was roller blading with my boyfriend. As I was crossing the road, on the green light I might ad, I was suddenly aware of a car travelling pretty fast, and headed right in my direction. The next thing I knew I was lying in the road completely stunned, and in a lot of pain. My left leg was twisted in a really unnatural angle and my ankle was broken. I was unable to move my leg. The paramedics had put a splint on my leg. After the x-rays, they told me that both my tibia and Fibula were broken and that I was going to be in this "Lovely" full leg cast for 12 weeks. With it just being Thursday, we still have some days left to enjoy the comforts that are unknown at the apartments we live in. The Costello's are paying me to stay in their home while they are gone on a cruise to the Islands. Before they left, I was given the grand tour of the home on crutches. Thomas was staring at my legs with interest. Especially the casted one when he told me to rest my broken leg and enjoy myself while he and his wife, Teresa, are gone. The Costello's are a fun couple who enjoy traveling when they can, especially since they have no children yet. They know I'm responsible enough not to have any wild parties in their home while they are gone. Teresa also knows that my boyfriend, Stephen, spends many nights at my apartment since my accident helping me with my broken leg. She whispered to me before they left that they don't mind if Stephen stays over with me either. They are an open-minded couple that understand just what it is like to be in love and in a cast. You see Teresa was in a cast just 6 months ago when she broke her ankle playing tennis. I have to admit that she did look hot in that cast wearing skirts all the time...but that's for another story. This is a very nice home and a pleasant change from the apartment I share with two other coeds. The living room is well furnished along with a great big screen TV. The bedroom I'm using has a queen size bed, making it great for playful lovemaking with my sexy man. Late in the afternoon, Stephen comes by the house after working at his father's store. Hopping on my good leg, careful not to bang my broken leg, I fix him a quick sandwich before he has to go back to help close the store tonight. Today though has been slow at the store, but many of the part-time workers took the day off because of Halloween events. So Stephen is helping to close up tonight. As I watch Stephen eat his sandwich, I think about today being Halloween and the fun we can have this evening. I also think about all the arguments we have been having over the past few weeks. "Samantha, I really don't like you staying here alone tonight with your broken leg ... especially Halloween night. That serial killer is still on the loose. I want you to come back to the store with me. It just isn't safe for you to be alone tonight." "No, Stephen. I'm not going to sit with my cast elevated at that store while you and your father talk half the night about that serial killer. I'll be much more comfortable right here until you come back to get me after closing," I say, somewhat irritated. "It just isn't safe for you to be here alone on crutches. I want you to come with me. Please? Then we can go straight to the Halloween party after closing. Okay?" "But this killer hasn't been anywhere near this neighbourhood. I doubt he would come around here anyways," I say, becoming more annoyed. Watching him as he gets ready to go back to his father's store, I know he is getting very upset with me because I won't go back with him, that I would rather wait for him here at the house. Only a few people know I'm staying here this week, so I feel safe enough. He looks at me very intently, "How do you know he wouldn't come around here? The fact that you are stuck in this lovely and sexy cast...makes you an easy target Sam." "Why are you so obsessed with this? I mean the cast and the killer" "I wasn't going to tell you this, but John stopped in the store earlier this afternoon ... " "Not the super macho cop ... you know how he likes to spread a lot of crap, bragging that he knows more than anyone else," I say sarcastically. "Baby, he is in the homicide division. If anyone knows details about this weirdo, he would." "Okay, what did he tell you about this guy?" I ask in frustration. "Well you know he struck two nights ago. It has been his trend over the past few weeks to strike every three days. Normally he breaks into the victim's house by breaking through a window on the side or back of the house. He brutally rapes his victims, beating them very badly in the process as well ... Finally, he uses her blood to write what appears to be a love note to a girl he grew up with " "A love note ... in blood?!" "Yeah, the message always says that he is in love with the most beautiful girl he has ever known, but he can never have her it seems ... based on the note anyways. So, he is killing every girl that looks like her ... before he kills her too, most likely ... so there will be no more reminders for him of what he can't have." "That guy is a real psycho," I say, feeling a little fearful. "Sam ... the girls are all pretty with long blonde hair. They all are about your age as well." "Okay ... yeah ... that's scary, I'll admit ... but what are the odds he would come here? He hasn't raped and killed anywhere near here. What are the odds he is someone I know? I don't know anyone that is a psycho like that!" "Sam ... " "Stephen, don't worry about me. I'll be okay right here for a few hours. No one is out to kill me," I say, trying to let him know that I can take care of myself. "You ARE coming to the store with me, let me help you up, lean on me Sam while I give your crutches." "Don't tell me what I have to do! I can take care of myself! You keep it up, and you won't need to even come back here later tonight!" I say loudly, showing my anger at being ordered around like a child. "Okay, okay ... I'm sorry ... I'm just worried about you is all." I take a deep breath, calming myself, "I'll be fine ... now go back to work and I'll be ready to go to the Halloween party when you get back later." He moves over to me, taking me into his arms. "I love you, Sam. Keep the doors locked ... rest that leg, you know what the doctor said, no weight on that cast at all ... Please?" Looking up at him trying to act calm, "Okay ... I love you too ... now go on ... I'll be just fine until you get back.." He leans down to kiss me tenderly while rubbing my cast. "Stephen, you didn't answer my question earlier...what's that obsession with the cast covering my leg? You are always starring or touching it? " "I don't have time to explain Samantha but let's just say that you look so good in the cast and using crutches that...Lets talk about that later, I have to go" I walk him to the door on my crutches and give him another kiss. I watch him as he walks to his car in front of the garage, turning to blow a kiss to me along the way. He is such a sweetheart and a very caring man, but he has been so controlling and demanding the past few weeks. It seemed to start when the serial killer first struck. Closing the door, I crutch over to one of the windows to watch him as he pulls out of the driveway. I learned a long time ago how to keep myself out of dangerous situations. I just wish Stephen would stop treating me like an helpless child since I broke my leg. After all I'm an expert now on my crutches and with the cast bent at the knee I can't put any weight on it anyway. But why the interest in this purple cast anyway… Part 2 to come.