Flynn (2)

A few minutes after Lili had left my house, we turned on the radio and heard a small wake up call to reality, 3 missing persons reports.

The instant I heard the dreary voice on the radio say that there were 3 missing persons reports within this month, and that they suspected serial murder, my heart dropped in my chest, and I couldn't breath.

I automatically knew who they were talking about. I guess I didn't really think about the police or anything. I was just thinking about me and Anya.

We had disposed of the bodies recklessly, and now we were gonna pay.

One was buried deep under the earth, our sloppiest of body disposals.

Another was disintegrating in acid behind the chem lab.

The last one’s ashes were drifting slowly but surely down the Yuna River.

Anya turned slowly to me and said, “Where did you hide the first two bodies?”

For she wasn’t with me when I disposed of them. She was not in the condition to be with me, and it never occurred to me to tell her where the bodies were disposed of.

That time she said things more frantically, “Where did you hide the God damned bodies Flynn!”

“Uh, uh, the first body was buried in the hillside behind the school, and uh the second is being disintegrated behind the chem lab,”

“Behind the chem lab! Do you know how fast they could find that! How could you be so f*****g careless!”

“I’ll go by today and bring it back here to dispose of,” I said, in an eerily calm voice.

“How could you be so calm about this, this is our lives on the line!” She said, and tears builded up in her eyes, but soon were washed away with anger and adrenaline.

I couldn’t muster up a reply, I was so stunned at the realization that, if they discovered the bodies, every player left would know where we were, and we would most likely die.

I popped up, and snatched up my jacket, then left. Right as I got to the door Anya shouted at me, “Where the hell are you going!”

I ignored it and trucked right out the door. I was heading for the chem lab, to retrieve the body, and get rid of it once and for all.

As I neared the back of the chem lab, I saw flashing lights, and heard the buzz of walkie talkies, as I got closer, I then spotted yellow tape, and finally saw the cop cars parked by the body. They had found it.

I spun on my heels and made a heavy sprint back home.

I felt my lungs huffing, and the wind burning through my jacket and jeans, and the tears sliding, menacingly down my cheeks, as if to say, “Haha, you’re dead.”

As I reached my own front door, I could see the sirens and cars parked along the street by my house.

Anya, she might still be in there.

As the cops got out of their cars and pulled out their guns, surrounding the house, my heart stopped.

No, that’s all that could pass through my mind, No, not Anya. No, it’s not true, they didn’t find the bodies. No, this whole thing wasn’t real. But it sure as hell was real, and I couldn’t risk staying there and getting arrested.

I felt more and more hot tears roll down my face, and before I knew it I was running, running, as fast as I could. I wasn’t even looking where I was going, and all I could do was run. No, was the only thought that made it's way into my head, no feelings were felt except for my burning muscles and pounding lungs.

After hours of running, into nowhere, my body could run no more and I stopped, fell to my knees and fell apart. Sobs screamed out of me. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t think. I could just sob, laying there on the street, a street unfamiliar to me. It was a dirt road so, it didn’t take long for my tears to turn the dust around me to soft mucky mud painted my face.

Hours passed like this before I could think again, and when the time came when I could, the thoughts flooded me, taking over my entire essence, a seemingly endless torture. The pain of these thoughts was too much for me to bear.

It took several days for me to get out of the downward spiral I was in. It wasn’t the thought of them finding the bodies, and me dying that sent me into this nothingness, but the thought of them killing Anya, and me not being able to help her.

Not one person passed by that road for the three days that I was there, breaking down, screaming, and dying.

By the time 4 days had passed, I could finally stand, and think. I slowly stood, my head was pounding, my stomach was empty, and my throat was as dry as a desert. I started walking, searching for any signs of food or water.

After hours of walking aimlessly, I finally found an old family owned food shack and stumbled my way in. My face and body was covered in mud, my hair looked like a porcupine, and I had no money. Yet when I walked in those old creaky wooden doors, a old chubby woman with dark grey hair and blue eyes sat me down at a table and fetched me water, clothes, and some food.

She sat down next to me and said, “ What in the world happened to you out there sonny boy?”

I replied shyly, my voice was shot from 3 days of sobbing without water, “

I...I was lost and wandering around when I arrived upon this place,”

“Oh dear, you must be real scared now boy, you can house up here all ya need, or at least til ya can talk,”

“Uh, thank you very much ma'am, but I really need to be getting back home,”

“Nonsense boy, you say you were lost, do ya even know which way ya came from?”

“I can find my way back just fine, I swear” I said, attempting to convince her that I could make it back, even though I had no idea where to go.

“No, boy, I can see directly through that little white lie a’ yours. You are staying here til you can remember whence you came.”

I just nodded my head, I realized it was no use to attempt to get out of staying for a little.

“The names Isalukazi Eziw Usizo, you can call me Isa, follow me, I’ll show you where you're gonna be sleepin’ and putting the little stuff ya got”

I followed her up a long winding set of wooden stairs and into a small little room with shabby bed sheets and old wooden furniture. I set my muddied clothes down on a small end table in the corner of the room and turned to look at Isa, but she was already gone.

A few minutes later she returned with soaps towels and showed me to the bathroom. It was a small little bath with a shower extension, that seemed to be rusted and broken. I shut the door behind me and filled up the old bath, and hopped in.

Reviews

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I liked the different perspectives and descriptions of everything. There were some issues with wording and pacing, but other than that I enjoyed it a lot. Looking forward to the next chapter!