CHAPTER EIGHT
Steven drags his feet through the front door of his father’s house. He takes off his shoes and passes out on the couch right inside the doorway. He is too tired to walk the short distance into his room and doesn't care about the growl in his stomach. The thoughts of Misty’s body have been weighing him down. He’s still nauseated from everything he witnessed, and that’s not to mention the smell. The scent of so much blood and a freshly decaying body isn’t something Steven will soon forget.
It was a smell so strong he could taste it. He felt like he’d been breathing in the stench for weeks. No matter how many times he brushed his teeth upon returning home the night before, he still couldn’t seem to get the taste out of his mouth. It was overwhelming. He was drenched in her b
