My hands started shaking, and there was something wrong with my breath. I wasn’t able to suck in any air.
No, I didn’t kill him. I didn’t kill Joey, that’s for sure.
My little sister’s husband hasn’t moved. There was a piece of meat lying on the floor with the remains of his face. This couldn’t be the violent, aggressive prick, I knew. This was just a sack of a meaningless smelly piece of shit.
A corpse is reminding Candy’s misfortune.
“What have I done,” I sobbed.
To be clear, this time, we had a perfectly dead body in the kitchen.
Candy was useless with her body parts in plasters. I couldn’t think clearly, I was too scared. I even felt tears on my cheeks, but those weren’t for Joey, those were for me.
Of course, the only result of this was to do something stupid, it was just inevitable.
We are going to get caught.
We are going to get caught.
Get caught.
What did I think when crushing Joeys face? Since then, I am a criminal. I am a murderer. It was me who killed him.
I was shaking.
This time Candy was the calmer one, and that was even more disturbing. She put her hand over mine. She squeezed. Her face sad, and yet I would say grateful.
“We need a plan,” I said.
“I thought we do have a plan,” my sister answered.
“We need… we need a new plan. Something that possibly would leave us aside from the police investigation. Candy, I’m sorry. We are now in bigger trouble than before.”
I took a deep breath.
“And I have no clue what to do,” I admitted.
She was staring at me in silence. It was hard to say whether she blamed me or stood on my side. Of course, this wasn’t the priority, but I needed her on my side. I need to know that no matter what we keep together.
It was that very moment.
Precisely in that second, my eyes got welled again. I saw all that terrible future for us, for me. I don’t deserve to get behind bars. I don’t belong there.
“I need help,” I said. I said that very quietly. More a whisper than anything else.
She said nothing.
“I screwed up big time. Joey could still be identified by his fingerprints, but there is no way I could cut them out. No way, Candy.”
She nodded. I saw tears in her eyes, too.
It was hard to try to think clearly when the bloody corpse was just a few feet away. There was a hint of that gruesome sweet bloody smell as well.
“Dennis,” I said but wasn’t entirely sure of it. “He could help us. The Hacker is smart, calm, and he likes helping me out. The thing is, he wouldn’t be willing to do that.”
“Call him,” my little sister said. “We have to try any tiniest option.”
I was holding my phone and kept thinking. The displays showed Hacker’s number, and my finger was hanging over the “call” button.
“Katty? I can’t… Please… I can’t go to jail. You know how abusive and violent Joey was. I’m not saying he deserved to die, but I don’t deserve to go to prison either.”
I had no idea what to say, but I pressed the button.
“Kat? Great to hear from you. What’s up?”
“Hey, Dennis. It’s been a while. Listen, can you meet me in twenty minutes on the address I will message you?”
“Now? I don’t know, I’m just in the middle… What’s about tomorrow?”
And at that moment I said that for the first time that evening but it certainly wasn’t the last time.
“Please, Dennis. In twenty minutes. I haven’t been more serious in the last ten years.”
There was silence with some sounds in the background. Some steps, a glass clinking, and something I couldn’t identify.
Then he resigned.
“Twenty minutes flat.”
I’m sitting in Dennis’s car.
The bloody top I wore before was gone, I changed for some Candy’s shirt, a pink one with white dots. I even brushed my hair and told me if that wasn’t just stupid. I have no idea how I’m going to tell him what I need from him.
He was stepping out of the vehicle when I jumped in. He looked a bit surprised, but he smiled at me.
We greeted, we pulled out some polite phrases. Then there was a silence when I should tell the Hacker what was going on. But twenty minutes wasn’t enough to figure it out. Honestly, I was full of doubts about whether calling the Hacker was a good idea.
“I’m in trouble. I mean huge trouble,” I said.
“Alright,” he didn’t seem really surprised. But he for sure can’t be ready for what is coming. I still can only guess whether he is calling cops or try to help me. The cops are more likely.
“So maybe we should come in if this is something so bad. You know you can tell me everything.” He was nicely smiling.
He started to open the door again.
“We killed someone!”
He paused.
Then he slowly shut the door, and the same slowly turned to me. His face was serious, so it was mine.
“What?”
“It was an accident. My sister… her husband beats a shit of her, she was in hospital, broken leg and arm… I mean, he was a bad, bad person.”
He stares at me, pretending all I said was understandable.
“She killed him, I mean, she almost… Then I with the hammer… You must help me. You must help us!”
“Hold on. So, I’m assuming someone is dead, and you don’t want to call the police.”
“Correct,” I said with a big relief.
“And you want me to help you to cover it up?”
His voice seems to be surprisingly calm. That can’t mean anything good. A little freaking out would be just natural. Right?
I shut my eyes. My hands started shaking.
“Where is the corp?”
I nodded towards the house.
He hid his face into his palms. No move. A minute later, still no movement. This lasted for almost five minutes. You might picture me going mad by this time.
Cops?
Help?
None of these?
I imagine Candy freaking out inside of the house with her dead husband on the kitchen floor. But the residue of my mind told me it wouldn’t be a good idea to start rushing the Hacker.
“How?”
I looked at him, his palms still over his face.
“How? You mean…”
“How did you kill him? How?”
“Well,” I have no idea why he is asking, but I’ll do anything to make him help us. Even sleeping with him, if that was necessary. “A knife, she stubbed him into the chest. Oh, and then a hammer… Yeah, a hammer against… you know… face. His face. Yes. A knife and a hammer.”
He slowly drops the palms down to his lap.
His usually pale face is now reddish. I know the expression, he is thinking hard. Oh God, thank you, he is thinking. Sure, there is still a slight chance he is thinking of what to tell to cops. But in this case, he wouldn’t bother to ask for details. Right? Just tell me. Am I right?
“Let’s have a look,” he said, this time he opened the door and jumped out of the car.
Yeah, this it is, this particular is the moment. When Dennis sees the body, this would be the crucial part where he either runs or stays.
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