“Bugs, cockroaches…”

I was staring at him, wondering what the hell he was talking about. He pointed at the walls and ceiling like there was something really there, crawling up and down. I swallowed hard. He was hallucinating. I didn’t know how to act, so I stepped inside and switched off the water.

“Dexter, hun, come on let’s get you out of here,” I finally said and touched him. His wet skin was burning. I needed to stay calm, but deep down I was freaking out, wondering if he had finally lost it. Eventually he listened to me and stepped out of the shower, shaking wildly. He kept mumbling that there were insects everywhere, on his legs and arms, and he tried to flick them off. I closed the shower doors and put the towel around him. In the bedroom I realised that it was shortly after five in the morning. Dexter didn’t have to be at work until eight. This was getting stranger with every passing second.

It took a few minutes for him to stop talking. I knew that I had some Valium in my apartment, so I told him to go to his apartment and get dressed and went to fetch it.

I began throwing stuff around on the floor, searching through my bag frantically. It took me ten minutes to finally find it. When I barged into his apartment, he was already in his suit.

“What are you doing?” I asked, bewildered.

He shrugged his shoulders, adjusting his tie in the mirror. The pupils in his eyes were still dilated, but he looked more like himself. “Getting ready, what does it look like?” he snapped.

“Dexter… you can’t, we have to go to the hospital,” I stuttered, pushing him down on the bed.

Was it possible that he was pretending the incident in the shower didn’t happen? He seemed annoyed.

“I’m fine, Sasha; I freaked out. Don’t stress. I thought that I was seeing things,” he said calmly.

I wasn’t buying this. “No, Dex. You were convinced that there were bugs everywhere. You can’t go to work; you need to see a doctor. This isn’t normal,” I insisted.

He shoved me away and stormed back to the living room. “Don’t be fucking stupid. I’m going to the office.”

“Dexter, it’s five a.m.,” I shouted.

He glanced at his watch, then at me again. “Bullshit, you fiddled with the time,” he growled.

I opened my mouth to say something, but no sound came out. There was something very wrong with him, with this whole situation. He sounded like he thought it was me that was acting crazy. I needed to call his mother or someone from the family.

“No, Dex, I haven’t. The noise from the bathroom woke me up and you were inside—”

“Sasha, I don’t have time for this bullshit. I need to go. Just lock the door behind you. I’m fucking fine,” he snapped and stormed out of the apartment.

I couldn’t catch my breath. My panic was rising. Now I was going to go through a meltdown because of him. I thought that he would realise that it was only just after five a.m. and come back. He didn’t, so after an hour I started looking through his drawers. All his numbers were listed on his landline handset. I found the contact that said Mum and exhaled with relief. I didn’t want to call her just yet, but I was on the verge of losing my sanity, so I saved it to my mobile just in case.

I locked the door and went back to my own apartment. At six fifteen I had a phone call from the agency asking me to do a day shift instead of night. I agreed, not even knowing why.

I knew Dexter was very moody—it was part of his bad-boy appeal—but I’ve never seen him like that, almost psychotic. It was the first time and I didn’t want to pretend that it hadn’t happened. I went to work an hour later, knowing that this was very serious. I was worried—really, really worried.

  

Dexter

 

“Sally, get me another coffee,” I barked at my secretary. I was pissed off with the world and convinced that Sasha was playing games with me. She must have changed the time on my iPhone and the clock in the kitchen, but when I got to the office, no one was there. Something clicked then. But I wasn’t crazy; I had just lost track of time.

“Here you go, Mr. Tyndall,” she said, placing a fresh cup on my desk.

control. There were bugs in her bathroom; how

I sped through my presentation. It

buddy, are you sure that you’re all

“I’m great, why?”

too fast; the clients won’t be able to follow you. Maybe you

slow, Rob,”

it wasn’t, mate. You were going like

my office. I was taking the pills that the neurologist had prescribed, but they didn’t seem to have any effect on me anymore. I needed some

went shopping. I had this urge to spend shitloads of money today. I went into the Armani store and saw a plain blue t-shirt, so I bought the

down and rolled up a joint. I didn’t want to move, but

three o’clock in the morning. Sasha came back around eight am. She’d had a phone

were seeing

me Barbie. I’m good, so stop worrying about me. Let’s fuck. I

And sex isn’t a solution

lost. It was the same thing all over again, but I didn’t want to listen to her banging on

was a knock on my door. She was dressed in her robe and

already?” I asked, leaning

came to check

to fuck you again,” I said and wrapped

if you want to keep me happy, then let me

put her down and dragged my hand over my head. “I’m done talking about this, Sasha. For fuck’s sake,

seeing things, like you have

shut up and leave me alone! Come back when you get your shit together and want to have sex!” I shouted at her, cutting her off. Then I slammed the door in her face. I heard her door close moments later. That night I stayed up again, feeling angry and frustrated. She didn’t get it that I had lived with this

 

two. At three in the morning I was up again working, drafting e-mails and creating exciting new projects to work on. I felt invincible, accomplishing all this work by five and then driving to the office at seven

Sasha at all. I was bloody raging, but I wasn’t planning to knock on her door. Instead of sitting in the apartment and waiting for her, I spent my evenings shopping. I bought new suits,

complex, going over some paperwork. I had just picked up the phone and dialled a number to speak to Robert when I heard a buzzing, scratching

was very wrong. Someone was listening in to my private conversations. I stared at the phone for some time, remembering the story that Joey had told me. He said that the government could bug the phones to spy

through my hair and paced around the office, thinking, trying to calm the racing thoughts. I deleted

had made me give her back the key to her terrace doors, so I started banging on her door. It took a while, but

Dexter? I was sleeping. I had an

the

what are you talking about?” she asked, yawning. Fuck, she wasn’t getting it. Everyone was slow,

all my phones; probably in the entire complex. We are being spied on, Sasha. That’s what’s fucking

 

 

Sasha

 

 

another episode? I had tried to make him go to the hospital during the week, telling him that he needed help, but he acted

won’t use the phone. Why don’t we go to your apartment and check it out?” I

insisted that he needed to see someone—a specialist. I couldn’t let him distract me with sex, so I kept my distance. He was very stubborn and he slammed the door in my face. I wanted to get him diagnosed so he would get the help he needed and we could move forward, but I wasn’t getting

in, and the agency was on at me to do more shifts. I’d had a really difficult

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