RUN SANTOS!! ( Spooky x Reader)

25)Clean up

Driving is peaceful. With the windows down and a rush of wind blowing past. A green blur of an empty forest to pass by. A quiet car with only a slow song playing quietly through the speakers. My thoughts were in the clouds. Listening to the tires crunch down the road; the birds sing songs only they could understand. I wasn't worried who was going to find me next, or who I would have to explain my terrible past to. I only thought of what I wanted to do. I wanted to protect my family, my friends, myself. I wanted to help my little cousin graduate high school. I wanted to graduate high school. I wanted to get engaged and married to someone I love. I wanted to have kids.

Except...that wasn't my reality. That was the girl who grew up in the suburbs with parents who loved her. She was the little girl to live her dream. Me? I'm going to hide my dead uncle's body; the body sitting in my trunk. I'm going to have to fight to even get to graduation alive. I'm going to have to run from a gang I'm supposed to be incharge of. I'm going to die before I even get the chance to have kids; or even get married at that. I'm going to die in the middle of a turf war. That was my reality.

Nobody wants to hear that story but that's my story. That's what I'm going to do. That's what I have to look forward to; but I guess we all have our part to play. Right?

Two hour earlier

His eyes were swollen, a busted lip with blood dripping. His clothes were torn and stained red. The silence was deafening. He passed out but I didn't stop. My hands were stained a deep red. The handle of my once shiny silver knife was hot and red from the grip I held through each slice against his pale skin. There layed small incisions on each vital vein so he would feel blood seep out slowly as I had cut into the rest of him. The incisions were percies from experience. If the body would be found the cops would think a surgeon had made the cuts. The sound of blood dripping into the puddle that had already formed only now came into my senses. I could taste iron on my tongue. I could see blood hanging from my eyelash from when it had sprayed out of his veins. My once clean and tortured soul now disconnected from my body as I feel no remorse or guilt. Only emptiness runs through my veins. The only thing to stop me from continuing the slow painful cuts was a cramp in my hand.

I grabbed a rag from my pocket and cleaned my knife before trying to wipe off my hands from the familiar red substance. I turned and walked up the creaky old steps before turning and giving Mateo, Tony, and Sad Eyes the okay to go down and kill him. Mateo and Tony walked right past me but Sad Eyes had stood there for a moment before following.

I walked out to my car and grabbed my backpack before pulling out the leggings and t-shirt I had for gym and changing into them. I grabbed the towel and water and soaked it to get the blood off my face. I watched Sad Eyes walk out the house first. His eyes wide and disconnected from the world as he looked lost in thought.

Mateo and Tony come out next, holding the body. I layed out old black towels in the bed of my trunk. Towels that still held old blood from bodies that had once laid on them as well. Watching them lay the body I saw what they had done. The body was wet meaning they had drenched him in cold water to wake him then the round hole sitting in the middle of his head showed Mateos gun had been used as he had been the one to use a beretta 87 target with a .22 Long Rifle bullet.

(Mateo's gun)

The boys stayed to clean the blood while I went to hide the body. The job was always left to me and my father to hide a body. We never let anyone come with us and we never told anyone where. We would hide over 30 bodies in the same place before we would switch places. The current place I stood had 27 bodies already buried from us. I stood in an abandoned graveyard. This graveyard held bodies from the 1830 when they had first started to bury bodies in graveyards.

I stood next to an old headstone. There was moss and dirt that made it impossible to read anything that was engraved into it. I had dirt on my clothes and a shovel in my hand. I dug a 6 foot hole and could see the side of the casket. I opened my trunk, grabbing the body under his legs and throwing him over my back. I walk back to the hole and toss the body into the hole. I spend the next 30 minutes covering the hole back then putting grass seed on the fresh dirt so it grows faster and doesn't seem as suspicious.

I was out driving for another 2 hours before I made it back to my aunts. Sad Eyes drove the boys back. Tony picked up Danny. Walking into the house Donny sat at the coffee table in the living room with books spread across the table and papers spread at his feet. He looks up at me, takes in my appearance before he stands, walks to me and just hugs me. I accept the hug and stay there for a minute trying to relax. I finally step away and walk to the kitchen. I see Tony walking around the kitchen making dinner and Mateo sat at the dining table as he keeps asking Tony questions about his homework.

I lean against the door frame and watch. This was my family; my story. No matter how messy or crazy this is what I was supposed to be doing. "What's the square root of pi Tony?"

"1.77245," Mateos' head whipps around in my direction. His eyes soften but I only nod to let him know I'm okay. He nods back and answers the question on his paper. Tony walks over and stops in front of me. I nod my head at him and he accepts that I'm okay.

"It's pasta. You should go clean up then eat and we can try and do our homework together after." I smile and hit his shoulder before turning and going to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

Authors Note

Longer chapter and a faster update because I feel bad for taking so long on the last 2. Only 5 chapters after this. Let's get this wrapped up.

Till the next update....

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