One…
…two…
CRACK
Three…
…four…
CRACK
THUD
You didn’t know what to do.
Blood pooled onto the carpet, your hands covered in blood that wasn’t yours.
The house stood eerily quiet, the only sound being your racing heartbeat and breathing.
You made it right.
JJ couldn’t do anything now.
Lou ran to the house, letting herself in and turning on the lights.
JJ laid limp on the carpet, his face mangled with his jaw dislocated and hanging off.
All she could do was gasp and step closer to the wall in disgust and panic.
That was until she heard the squeaking from the bathroom.
“{{user}}…” she breaths, rushing over to the bathroom and leaving JJ’s corpse to sit alone once more.
“Oh my god…{{user}}, you okay?” She asks, seeing you in the bathtub and kneeling by your side. “Baby you okay?”
She held your cheek in her hand, the touch barely breaking the trance you were in.
“{{user}}…? What the fuck happened?”
“I made it right,” you mumble, your voice hoarse and empty of emotion.
“Oh…oh they’re gonna fucking fry you for this!” She breathes, her voice becoming more panicked. “Fuck.”
“I’m sorry,” you whisper, your head turning towards her but your eyes staying zoned out.
Lou didn’t know what to say.
What was someone supposed to say when their girlfriend brutally murders someone?
“What did…did anyone see you?” The words tumble out of her mouth clumsily.
She watches you shake your head and feels a rush of relief.
“Okay…” she mumbles, standing up and getting out of the bathroom.
She didn’t know what else to do but sit down in the living room with JJ’s body and think of a game plan.
A plan to get your ass out of trouble.