Dead men don't catcall

Chapter two

Chapter two

I made a noose out of the rope I brung with me. Perfect for the body in my car. I prepared the body too look like he stabbed himself but that didn't kill him fast enough so he hung himself. The phone was in his left pocket. I wanted the police to find the phone, for I had texted one of the contacts, "I'm sorry. Tell my girlfriend I love her." So hopefully the police would think it was a suicide.

With everything planted right where I wanted I drove home. Luckily I didn't run into the police I knew were heading this direction, though I took a unneeded turn just to make sure I wasn't found. The drive home was long and tiring, I had driven at least 30 minutes away just to be safe and with the extra turns I for sure drove at least 40 minutes to get back home. Maybe it was the stop I took at a random grocery store in the middle of nowhere so I could throw away my gloves. Once I finally got home I sat on my couch and turned on music. Full volume of course. I had a long day and I needed to take a minute and forget everything. It didn't take long for me to get off the couch and start dancing around singing like a maniac. My fun lasted barely 3 songs. When, I got a neighbor banging on my door complaining the music was, "too loud" and I had to turn it down. I didn't fight with them, my neighbors were large scary men and I didn't want to challenge them. I turned the music off because my kind of music is better loud than quiet, this left me bored and with nothing to do. I thought about reading but I had way too much energy to sit down and quietly read. I thought about going to the park but I wasn't sure if I had much time. It was 4:30 and it was going to get dark soon, so the park was not much of a option unless I wanted to be in the dark, and being alone in the dark was not a smart option. Especially if your female, which I am. I could stalk the news to see if the police posted anything about the body but news is rather boring. A walk would be nice I would just take a knife with me. My thoughts ended abruptly when my phone rang loudly. "Who could be texting me," I thought as I picked up my phone to see a text from my boyfriend, Chris, asking if he could come over. I thought about it for a minute before accepting his proposal, I was bored and I could use some company right about now. Within minutes my phone beeped again with another text from him stating he was on his way. We didn't live that far apart so I only had about 5 minutes to get ready. I had not much to do but I wasted no time. I put on a rather short black dress that laid right above my knees, and quickly brushed my hair putting it into a ponytail. Just as I finished my hair the doorbell rang, I rushed to the door opening it slowly to see none other than Chris. He smiled and walked inside rambling about how pretty he thought I was. He said that the dress made my chest really pop. I backed away from him, "Woah, what do you mean by that? If you think you are going to get into my panties tonight, you are sorely mistaken." I practically yelled out. I had told him many times I didn't want to do anything sexual yet. But no matter how many times I said it, he never got the message. His face held a rather shocked emotion when he spat out his apologetic words, "No no dear, I didn't mean it like that. I have no intention of doing anything like that with you. I understand you don't wish to have sex. I was just trying to complement you." I thought about what he said for a moment. It sounded like utter bullshit but his face showed genuine regret about what he said. He slowly put his hand out to me, silently asking to continue our "date". I took his hand without another thought and he pulled me to him rather roughly, though he held me gently as he hugged me tightly. I hugged him back before pulling away leading him to the couch. He sat down on the left end of the couch before patting the empt spot next to him motioning for me to sit next to him.