CoffeeShop Murders ~ DNF (completed)

Day 3

As Clay drives me home, I stare out the window, just paying attention to where he's going. I see Clay's hand reach to the radio, and he turns it up. Sweater Weather plays. I almost laugh, but I hold it back and simply look down.

Clay hums the lyrics, still driving along. I find it a comfortable silence, really. It's not really as uncomfortable as I thought it would be.

Letting my sleepiness get the better of me, I fall asleep against the window.

~~~~Clay's POV~~~~

He fell asleep against the window. I noticed it when it seemed a hundred times more lighter. I could hear a light snore as well, selling the deal that he was out. Without really a second thought, I turned down the music and paid more attention to where the pot holes in the road were. I didn't want to wake him up.

I had seen the news earlier today, about a man being convicted of being a serial killer, that he clearly wasn't. It really took a toll on George, I could tell. He was so stuck up and tense while we talked. He couldn't trust me, which I don't blame him for. I was labeled as odd anyways.

As I pulled up to George's house, I take a glance at him. He's still completely passed out, and I don't want to wake him up. So, I carefully got out of the car and make my way over to the passenger side of the car. 

I open the door and grab George under the legs, and the other under his arms. As I pull him up from his seat, I kick the door behind me. There's a small bench at the front of his house, so it'll be easier to sit him down in. 

As I approach the front door, I move Gorge slowly in my arms to make it easier for me to sit him down. I then do so and quickly take out an old credit card, jamming it between the two locks till I hear a satisfying unlock.

I move back to George, picking him up once more and getting inside. I shut the door behind me with my foot and just lay George on his couch.

I stood there for a minute before turning away and running my hands in my hair, taking a breath. It was going to be hard to leave. Especially now. He's vulnerable, and thinks I'm insane already. But then again, trying to do anything would land me right on the radar. Best to leave him. For now. 

I look back at George for a brief moment before lifting the hoodie over my head, and rushing back out, shutting and locking the door behind me. I quickly hop back into my car and begin to speed off down the highways.

********HEY. TW. MURDER SCENES. THANKS. IT'S REALLY GRAPHIC. LOOK FOR THE NEXT BOLD MESSAGE IF YOU'RE NOT COOL WITH IT.*******

~~~~~George's POV~~~~

My phone had woken me up. It was a frantic call from Nick. As I pick up my phone, I recall the night before. It was sweet. Clay driving me home and-

"GEORGE! YOU WERE RIGHT. HE WASN'T THE RIGHT GUY. Oh my god, George it's horrible. A family- they were- oh my god this is sickening. Get down here quickly. It-..It was a family of four. An infant, a teenage boy, and a father and a mother. They're laying on top of one another. They were ran over. At least twice."

I could hear Nick's voice break over the call. I quickly jump off the couch, "Okay Nick. I'll- I'll be there shortly. Just- look for traces?"

"George, they haven't been like this for long. My god man, this was recent! Last night recent. A few hours ago recent. This- I'm going to be fucking sick man."

Last night...there's no way. It couldn't be him. He wouldn't have done something as horrible as this. Not a whole family. Even if he was, he doesn't seem that cruel.