𝑷𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝑪𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒄 (Completed)

28.

Solange's POV

"Michael!"

I knocked on his door again. God, i've been knocking on his door for hours. Where the fuck is he? I banged on the door again. I tugged on the door knob, its locked! I looked around the front porch for a spare key. Oh wait, he doesn't keep one. Damn, how am I going to get inside?

I headed towards the back of his little house. I grabbed the biggest rock that was around & threw it towards the window. It broked & shattered into millions of pieces. I climbed through the window carefully not cutting myself.

"Michael!"

I looked in the bathroom, bedroom, & the living room. He's nowhere to be found. He's car is outside parked. Did he walk? I went down the hallway one more time until i fell on the floor. At the bottom of my feet was a handle attached to the floor. It looks like a trap door.

I purposely opened the unlocked trap door. The smell of strong chemicals & marijuana hit me in the face. From the bright light that was shining shows me the flight of stairs. I instantly walked down the stairs. My heart is racing like crazy. What is this serect place?

Is there dead bodies down here? Oh, please don't tell me that Michael is a serial killer. I took one last step off the stairs. Three long tables full with boxes unopened. I walked towards the boxes, its fill with cocaine. Its packaged wrapped in small bag with a red ribbon tied around it.

All of the boxes have the same ribbon on it. Is michael making some kind of delivery? Before I could I do anything, heavy footsteps approached downstairs. I looked around for a quick hiding spot. A sliver metal door hidden behind a curtain caught my eye. I quickly made my way over to it. Opening the door & not fully closing it.

Up reveal Michael with a anger expression on his face. He held his gun in one hand & knife in another. Shit, he must've saw the broken window. He slammed the gun on the table in rage. I felt a wet substance dripping onto my forehead. I quickly wiped it away.

He exaimed his drugs before putting them away one by one. He pulled out an emergency kit. Then, he took off his jacket. His black shirt was soaking wet. After he stripped from that. A bloody wound underneath his peck made my eyes widen.

He took out his hydrogen peroxide & opened the bottle. He put a towel in his mouth. He poured the peroxide on his wound. His muffled screams made my heart break. I wish I can  go out there & help him. It looks so painful, the wound. What happened to him?

After he got done cleaning his wound, he put everything up. I didn't notice it before but my hair was extremely wet. Why is my hair so wet? I accidentally bumped into something causing the light to turn on. A dead body hung upside caused me to scream loudly.

I heard footsteps coming towards the door. Michael bursted in, his eyes widen as he saw me.

"Solange, let me explain."

The body was swaying back & forth. Dripping blood everywhere making a big mess. I looked at Michael who was still shirtless. His expression was guiltiness. I slowly made my way towards the door.

"Solange."

"Don't touch me."

Once I got near the door frame, I made the run. I could hear Michael's footsteps following behind me.

"Solange, let me explain!"

I made it to the front door, I quickly opened it bolting to my car. I got in & strugged to put the key in. My hand was covered in blood that it made it hard to do anything. Michael was almost to my car but his wound made it hard for him to catch up.

I finally managed to put the key in. I started the engine & drove off. Did I just witness a murder?