Big Shot

Burying the Evidence

Episode 2

He saw her at the garage, the dead man, Mr. Thompson Sean, lying dead a few meters away from Sonia. On seeing this, Deminan trembled; this was too much for his 27-year-old mind. He had known Sonia and the fact that her stepfather physically abused her since she was 13, and she's just 22 now. Murder? This was unbelievable.

He slowly walked towards Sonia, whose sobbing grew louder. "I didn't kill him," she said, her voice shaking. "Soon the police will arrive here, I don't want to go to jail, I did not kill him, I really didn't. It was self-defense, nothing more," she cried, trying to defend herself.

Deminan, who couldn't process the whole thing, hugged her tightly as he feared she might be mentally unstable at the moment because of this. "Calm down," he finally said. "Tell me, Sonia, did you tell anyone about this apart from me?" His two hands held her fragile shoulders.

"No...no..." Sonia replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Then the police wouldn't find out," Deminan said, thinking quickly. "There's no CCTV camera around, so we can do something about this. Besides, it's almost getting dark. I will handle this, I promise to show my love to you," he pecked her forehead and looked for a shovel.

Finding one, he ran to look for a perfect spot to bury the dead man, while the confused Sonia watched, trying to understand what he was doing. 9 pm hit, and he started digging the ground tirelessly until he had dug a very deep hole, the sound of the shovel hitting the ground echoed through the garage.

Dragging the cold body, he threw it into the grave and started shoveling sand into it.

Sonia hadn't stood up from that spot, the knife she had stabbed him with still filled with blood lying a few meters away from her where she had thrown it away. "This she said, pointing at the knife."

"Yeah," Deminan responded, picking the knife and throwing it inside that grave. He shoveled sand into it until it was a levelled ground. Looking at his watch, it was already 11:30 pm.

Neither Sonia nor Deminan was hungry; their minds were occupied with problems, so they couldn't think about food. "Get up," Deminan assisted her as they walked inside the house.

But that same room where she used to sleep now haunted her. "I can't sleep," Sonia said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Deminan looked at her with concern. "You didn't kill him, you said that you defend yourself, act of self-defence, it's okay, everyone knows how he usually abuse you, I don't feel bad for him, he got what he deserved that old man."

Sonia felt a mix of emotions: guilt, relief, and gratitude. She was grateful to Deminan for protecting her, for believing her, and for taking care of the problem. But she couldn't shake off the feeling that she had committed a crime, that she had taken a life.

As she looked at Deminan, who was slumping into the bed, Sonia felt a pang of sadness. She knew that he had done this for her, to protect her, but she also knew that he had risked his own life, his own freedom, to do so.

Deminan's eyes were already closing, exhaustion written all over his face. "Get some rest, Sonia," he muttered, his voice barely audible.

Sonia slowly got into bed, trying not to disturb Deminan. She lay awake for a long time, her mind racing with thoughts of what had happened, what could happen, and what she should do next.

As the night wore on, Sonia finally drifted off to sleep, exhausted by the events of the day. But even in her sleep, she was haunted by the memory of her stepfather's dead body, and the knowledge that she had taken a life.