Get Rid of The Evidence
1128 Words
The Cranberries- Zombie
B.B.:
"Alexa, play a Highly Suspect Station," I call out when we walk back into my room. I really do have a bunch of homework to catch up on.
"Here's a Station based on Highly Suspect," the speaker answers and My Name is Human comes on as I pull the curtains open.
As last night plays in the back of my head, I strip the bed and toss my bloodied clothes in the center. I killed six people last night. The realization of what I did makes my stomach clench tightly. I stop unable to look away from the mess on the bed and walk into the bathroom to throw up everything I just ate.
"Hey," Carson walks in to pull my hair back. "You're okay," he rubs my back as I heave into the toilet bowl. "I was wondering if it was going to register at all,"
"I killed six people," I begin to cry.
"You killed six assholes," he corrects me.
"That doesn't make me feel better," I gag.
"I know, baby," he kneels down next to me. He's still holding his coffee mug. He puts it up to his lips as I vomit my soul into the toilet bowl. "Let it all out,"
"How are you drinking that?" I mumble into the bowl.
"Takes a lot to gross me out," he places it on the sink above us. "When I first started running the school I had to clean up my own messes,"
"What is happening to me?" I sit back placing my hand on my clammy forehead. I get up and go over to the sink to brush my teeth.
"I used to ask myself that all the time," he stands up taking his coffee cup with him. "I'll take care of this,"
"Thank you," I call after him.
I get some new linens from the closet out in the hallway. As I'm making the bed I watch him go into the backyard and toss everything into the fire pit back there. He lights it on fire with a little lighter fluid. I don't know what I expected but it sure as f**k wasn't that. My mom is going to kill me that outfit alone was almost two grand. Throw in that comforter and I'm a dead girl. She might just hang me from the chandelier herself. It makes sense though. If Espinosa were to find that s**t here, we'd all be screwed. I finished making the bed and clean up before walking back downstairs to get the vacuum cleaner. Someone rings the doorbell.
"I got it!" I call out, putting the vacuum down next to the door. Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Or just think of him.
"Good morning, B.B," Espinosa greets me. I lean forward looking around. "What are you doing?"
"Looking for Lovewell,"
"He's not here. He's at a crime scene,"
"Can I help you?" I ask, taking my phone out to text Carson. I need him to stay in the backyard. "More questions?"
"I just want to talk," he shakes his head. I cross my arms over my chest.
"I don't think that's a good idea. Maggie is leaving and mom got me a new butler and I don't want him to think I'm a f*****g mess when he gets here later,"
"Your mom fired Maggie?"
"No, she's relocating,"
"Listen, I just want to apologize for everything. The arrest, yesterday. I know you're a good kid. Delilah was hanging out with those the little group you had here yesterday and I can tell you that they're bad news,"
"You can say that all you want but it's not going to matter. They're my friends,"
"Okay," he nods. "I think you can be a good influence on them, B.B. I'm not here to regulate who you talk to or who you're around. I'm not your dad but I do care about you. You've been part of my life for seven years now. You're mom's not here so, I want to make sure you're good,"
"Okay," I nod feeling my throat tighten. Asshole.
"I saw you performed at Sheldon's," he smiles. I laugh.
"Yeah, it was last minute. I did it so my friend wouldn't get fired. She got jumped after school,"
"Is she okay?"
"Yeah, she's a Southsider. You know how they are,"
"Yeah," he nod. "Delilah would have loved to see it,"
"Right," I nod. I don't want to talk about Delilah. Least of all with him. Least of all with him in the place where she hung herself.
"I have to go. I just wanted to check in on you,"
"Are you going to be dropping in often?" I ask. I need to know.
"Maybe?"
"How about a text before you decide to show up unannounced?" I suggest.
"You got it," he laughs. He walks back towards his car and stops. "Are you burning something back there?"
"Uh, yeah. It's a little embarrassing but last week I got my shark week and it was a mess. I couldn't get the stains out and if mom sees that, she's going to kill me. So, getting rid of the evidence was my only solution,"
"Oh," he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. "Have a good Sunday,"
"Have fun at your crime scene," I nod. He drives off. Seconds later, Carson steps onto the porch and wraps his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder.
"You are going to need to be with someone at all times from now on. What you did to La Chona is not going to be overlooked. Rodrigo Jimenez is a f*****g animal and as insane as his baby sister was, he loved her,"
"That was the idea," I pull away and look up at him. He looks down at me curiously. "The reaper wants something. I think she's the one materializing the darkling,"
"f**k," he takes my hands. A black Rolls Royce limo rolls in through the front gates and stops right in front of us. "Damn,"
"Miss Blackstone," a tall thin man dressed in a black-on-black, fancy-tailored suit steps out of the car. His thick British accent is one I'll never forget.
"Welcome home Mr. Charleston," I turn around to greet him. He takes a deep breath and smiles.
"It is good to be home. Tell me, have you been awakened yet, my sweet princess?" he asks.
"Ask the six barbecued corpses on Devin Street," Carson snorts.
"Excellent, diligent work as always, my lady. I expected nothing short of horrible from the daughter of Master Dante Blackstone," he bows his head formally.
"Make yourself at home, Mr. Charleston," I step aside so he can come inside.
"Please, my lady. Call me James,"
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