The Murderer's Son

Monster Under the Bed

My trip to the bathroom proved to be a quick one. I found myself tripping over a small cloth on the ground. When I looking down, I first found myself confused by the lacy and thin strip. That's when it hit me, the holey object was a thong. Pure disgust swept over my face as Austin just sat in the corner, barring a sly grin.

I wouldn't even classify this strap as an undergarment, it was more like a tenth of a ripped doily. From my squated position on the ground the aroma of a foul scent hit me.

My eyes traveled around the floor and froze on a red color seeping from under the bed. With one shakey hand I reached for the sheet covering the underside of Luke's bed. The other hand balanced me on the floor. The only thing missing from the suspenseful moment was overly dramatic James Bond music.

I almost closed my eyes as I pulled the cloth upwards. It was as if I was a young child checking for monsters underneath the bed.

There it was, a mop of blonde hair, the only thing protecting my virgin eyes from her bare body. I was horrified, backing up into the wall.

Everything slowed down, including Austin's malign laughing. I swore that my breathing terminated for mere moments. I didn't know what to think. Why would he do something like that.

I was also positive that some sexual interactions were exchanged before the moment of her death. Luke was the only person I really trusted in the hellhole.

Just like that all of my trust for him famished into thin air. The guy who saved me for internally rotting in a cell was also killing. He and his friends were murderers.

I turned to Austin after regaining my composure and squinted my eyes. After I pulled the bed cover back down to cover the body, I returned to my path leading towards the bathroom.

Once in the small room, my hands found their way to the counter. My head tilted down, limp. Limp, that was the word to describe my emotional distress. I don't even know why I'm so upset.

I knew it was coming. I had been lucky. There are two paths in life. One of fear and the other of curiosity.

I could be afraid and follow all Bill's demands like a succumbed puppy or I could bust out. If I tried hard enough, luck would turn in my favor.

I need to break a window or steal keys.

Maybe today, maybe tomorrow. I don't know what is waiting for me In the world. I could be a criminal infamous for crime or a loved celebrity. That is a chance I'm willing to take.

Walking out of the bathroom to face Austin with a satisfied look on my face was enough to freak him the shit out. "I'm sorry your f*ckboy likes other women too," he snickered.

I kept back a sharp remark along the lines of, "Like your mom" or flipping him off. I'd prefer to stay safe, not dead.

Instead I sunk back into the bed, avoiding a pout on my face. I wouldn't give his the satisfaction of upsetting me.

Taunting remarks were thrown at me as I attempted to look unfazed. This task proved to be more difficult than it seemed. My insides wanted to find a hole and cry in it, but my outsides wanted to display a stronger side of me.

So, instead I decided to pester Austin. If he got annoyed than he can eat my shit.

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"Hey Austin," I said innocently,
"Do you know who I am."

"Yeah I do," he triumphantly smiled.

"Who? Tell me?"

"Hell no bitch, Bill would have my ass."

"Pleaseeee!"

"I don't even like you that much, I have no reason to tell you."

I suddenly blurted, "Am I a good person?"

"More like the solution to ending war," he growled so quietly I almost couldn't hear.

I just grinned. It was genuine and true.

"How about my husband," I asked trying to dig more information out.

"I've heard that it was arranged by your parents. The guy seems kind of uptight."

"And," I said drawing out the "d" sound.

"He's one ugly mofo," Austin joked, laughing.

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We had been sitting together for a while now. There was no more information I could draw from Austin, but I knew that I was a good person now.

I was anticipating the moment when Bill and Luke would walk through the front door. I was nervous on what would happen, the gravity of the situation was wearing me down.

Would Bill send me back to my cell with a few beatings?
Would Luke tell me what he did?

There was just a blur of questions evading my mind.

I had to escape today and before the boys were to get home.

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I had established a plan while pretending to be sleeping.

I will complain to Austin on how hungry I am to the extent that he will let me go downstairs to get food.

From there I will have 5 minutes downstairs to find a set of keys. Then, voila, I'm out.

There's a lot of holes, but that's what improv is for.