Psycho Love

10

That lying bastard!

My vision starts to turn red. What the FUCK is going on! It takes everything in me no to scream, swear and beat the shit out him. Why would he lie to me? How the hell did he know the man? I have so many questions and no way of getting answers, not without telling Trey that there is a camera. The camera could be useful if he decides to lie to me again. I have this gut feeling that I need to keep this to myself... that I need to play the long game.

I start to download the video on to a USB stick so that I have proof for when I do confront Trey about all of this.

Download 20% complete

Great. This is going to take forever. I hear footsteps echo through the entry of the vault. Trey. Quickly I minimise the screen and bolt over to the dead man's body and kneel down next to him, pretending to still be in shock over his death.
The footsteps stop about 3 metres from where I am. Trey doesn't try to come closer and doesn't try to say anything. He just stands there, staring at me. Liar! Murderer! My thoughts are racing as I slowly turn my head toward him and stare back at him, forcing myself to appear as calm and cold as possible.
"We need to get rid of the body." My voice comes out so cold and detached that I question if it actually came from me at all. I turn back to the body when I see Trey slowly nod his head, his dark eyes never leaving me, and slowly start to pat down the body, maybe he has a phone that his people can track. As I continue to search him, I spot the knife he used against Trey laying beside his body and wonder what would have happened if he had been the one to live. Would I still be alive? Would he have taken me back to the Black Wolves to be tortured. I know that killing him was the best and only real choice that Trey had, but that doesn't change the fact that he basically just signed our death warrants.
My hands run over something in the front pockets of his pants. I reach in and quickly pull out his phone from the left pocket and his wallet and keys from the other. Flipping open the wallet I find $200, his license which states that his name is... no, was Hank Mitchel, and small picture of me walking of my house.
"At least it's a good picture." Trey comments from my right as he looks at the picture over my shoulder. I shoot him a look that makes his face turn bright red and he stares down at his shoes, looking embarrassed.
"Pick him up and follow me." I demand as I get to my feet, shoving the phone, wallet and keys into the back pocket of my black jeans.
"Pick him up and blah blah blah" Trey mimicked me from behind.
"What the fuck did you just say?" I blast, whipping around to face him. He has Hank by hands and is starting to drag the body behind him.
"You are treating me like shit for protecting myself. honestly this never would've happened if you hadn't run out before. If you had been here we would've had the upper hand." He retorts.
I bite my tongue so hard that I taste blood. It is taking everything in me not to blurt out that I know the truth about what happened. Trey takes my silence as a signal to keep talking.
"You need to stop being so self absorbed. How do you think I feel. I am the one that HAD to kill someone. I've never even been in a fight before and now... now I'm a murderer. A monster." his voices catches at that last word and I think I see a tear in his eye.
I know he is lying about never being in a fight. No one has moves like that without some form of training or experience, but part of me thinks that I may be being to harsh. Yes he lied but he also went through some traumatic. Taking someone's life leaves a scar on your soul that never heals. I slowly walk over to him and gently rest my hand on his shoulder for a second, looking him right in the eyes. The smell of vanilla, and rosewood fill my nose as I stand next to him. I can't bring myself to say anything so instead I just walk past him to where Hank's feet drag against the ground and pick them up.

We dispose of his body in silence into a shallow grave at least a kilometre from the shed. Eventually the ants will get rid of the evidence for us.
By the time we make it back to the shed we are exhausted and covered in dirt.
"We can't stay here anymore. It's too dangerous. You go clean up. I'm just going to grab the hard drive from the computers, then I'll come back to the house and clean up before we head off." I start walking toward the shed before Trey can respond.
It takes 15 minutes to get everything I need from the vault. I start to pile the files on the desk into boxes, it takes 6 boxes to carry all the files. I will have to make a few trips to carry all of this, so I start by carrying out as many boxes as I can. After 3 seperate trips I grab the hard drive, a duffel bag full of weapons (hand guns mostly, and a 3 MP5K submachine guns), and lastly the USB that contains the video of Trey. I take once last look at the vault before walking back up the corridor and up the ladder. As I close down the hatch in the floor I see a photo of my parents and I sitting on one of dads old work benches. It was taken on my 14th birthday. We all looked so happy and carefree. Walking over to pick it up I realise that I never really knew my father. I thought we were best friends and now... it's like he is a complete stranger.

I feel numb as I was walk back to the cabin. The physical and emotional tiredness from the past 48 hours is finally catching up with me. I lose my footing as I walk through the front door and stumble forward, almost bulldozing Trey down. I see a half smile on his face as he gently picks me up and places me on the couch.
"We have to get out of here. It's not s...safe anymore." I yawn.
"Woah, don't swallow your head there Em." Trey chuckles and places a blanket over me, " you get some rest while I get everything ready to go. Where is it that we are going exactly?"
I have been thinking about what to do since we disposed of Hank's body. The only thing I know for sure is that no matter where we go the Black Wolves will find us, and I am getting so sick of running and being afraid. It's time to face this this head on.
I stare at Trey for a second before letting my heavy eyes close and murmur what must be the last word he would expect.
"Home."