Blood is Thinner Than Water

Voice Recording 2 - 10/14/2019 9:10 PM

I had to stop recording and keep a lookout for a brief amount of time. I think I'm in the clear for now, but I will stay in this truck for a little while longer just in case.

I will be 24 soon. I go from opening a restaurant and making great money at 21 to hiding out in an abandoned truck, feeding myself with old scraps of food from my windbreaker pockets.

Who knows, maybe I won't make it to 24.

I have not gotten to that part of the story yet but I will.

....

Two weeks ago was my third anniversary of opening the restaurant. The big night was going fine. My boyfriend, who was a line cook, worked right alongside me, helping me keep my wits about me as I prepared the main courses.

The trouble did not start until after the restaurant closed, and everything kind of spiraled downhill from there. After closing up, reassuring my boyfriend that I would be fine closing up by myself [normally I would leave the closing to him but I figured give him a break as a thank you for helping me that night], I went to grab my things from the back office. Walking in, I found that my desktop was a mess with papers scattered and dirty plates and silverware everywhere. Thinking that my uncle was probably in here hanging out with his buddies, doing the paperwork and taxes which I leave him to do anyways, I cleaned up the dishes and left them in the kitchen for the next day. Then, as I was gathering up all the papers and folders and put them in the last drawer of the desk, a drawer that I rarely used...
I had found a finger.

Okay, let me rephrase this. I found a wrapped up something in the desk as I was making room to put the papers and folders in there. At first, it was wrapped up in napkin and I thought maybe it was a piece of food that my uncle was keeping in there for safekeeping because he hates it whenever I or anyone else steals his food. Believe me, he hides snacks all the time everywhere in the house.

Without thinking, I unwrapped the napkin and found that it was a real flesh and blood finger. It must have been a ring finger too, because it still had the wedding band on it.

Good thing no one was around because I had started screaming. I threw the finger across the room in disgust and shock. I was breathless after screaming so much and my brain going anywhere and everywhere at once.

What was this finger doing in my desk? How did it even get there in the first place? Was my uncle doing some kind of shady business in my office? And if so, for how long has he been doing this? Why would he hide the finger here of all places? What on Earth was my uncle thinking or doing? Is he trying to hide something? Pin point something on me?

At the time, it never occured to me that he was a part of the "M". At that moment, my goal was to somehow throw the finger out. Or...put the finger back in the drawer. If my uncle, or whomever, hid it there for a reason it must be for a sick or twisted reason.

That was the moment I had begun to see my uncle in a whole new light.

Eventually, not wanting anybody else to discover this finger, I decided that, my uncle be damned, I would throw it out. There was no way that I was going to let that finger rot and decompose inside that drawer.

I had wrapped the finger back up in the little napkin, trying not to barf as I was doing so. My stomach was churning the whole time I was holding the finger and taking it to the back where the dumpster was.

Suddenly, I had this sudden urge to look around me as I stepped outside in the back of the building, as if I was expecting someone to watch me.

I felt cold and suddenly very scared. Not wanting to deal with this...thing....anymore, I very quickly ran to the dumpster, threw the finger in, and that was when I saw the rest of the body...buried undeneath all of that garbage. I smelt it too. Like rotten burnt plastic but worse!

I cannot even describe it without vomiting, which I did do that night, so please take my word that it was the most horrific sight that I had ever seen. It is not a wonder that I rarely go to the dumpster.

I ran back inside, just in time for my uncle to call me, asking where I was. I don't know how much time there was between me discovering the finger and his call. I almost did not pick up, but knowing that consequences would come if I ignored him, I hesitantly hit the answer button on my expensive and paid for smartphone.

"Everything alright? You are at least ten minutes later than usual," Jake said to me in his gruff tone.

"Yeah, I stayed to close up shop is all. I will be home very soon," I almost puked as I said this.

"Why did you have to stay and close up? Where was your boyfriend? Isn't that his job?"

There he goes being protective of me again.

"Because I just wanted to. Giving him a break." I am afraid if I do not keep my sentences short and concise, I might reveal what happened. I almost did, but something is telling me not to.

"Alright, but try to be home soon otherwise I will come to pick you up."

I had said goodbye and hung up at that point. Not wanting to stay here another minute anyway, I grabbed my purse and jacket, turned off all the lights, doouble checking the alarm before locking all the doors, and rushed to my car. Without another thought, I turned the key and sped out of the parking lot and into the main road towards home.

I might have just been paranoid at that point, but I could have sworn that somebody was following me the entire drive home, all the way from the restaurant.