Dead men don't catcall

Chapter five

Chapter five

The morning sun shone through my open window waking me up. I sat up in bed silently complaining to myself about leaving the window open. But I don't remember opening the window. In fact I remember making sure the window was closed before going to bed last night. So why was the window open now? Was I being robbed? Was It a ghost? My questions would soon be answered when I heard voices coming from outside my room. I struggled to make out what they were saying, I only understood, "Are you sure this is the right house."  from what sounded like a young male. I jumped out of bed and grabbed the knife I kept in the drawer on my bedside table. I couldn't sleep without it due to paranoia. And this, this was exactly what I feared my entire life. I swung open my bedroom door to find three men routing through my stuff. My personal belongings were thrown all over the floor. They didn't notice me and kept searching. I thought they were looking for valuables but when the shortest of the three found the diamond necklace my mom gave me for my 16th birthday, He carefully placed it back in its case and back in the drawer he had found it in. I had enough after 2 minutes and yelled  at them to stop. All three men turned and looked at me. That's when I noticed they were not armed, "What are you doing? And who are you?" I asked. The tallest of the bunch took a step toward me, he stared at me like I was merely gum stuck on his favorite shoes, "We are looking for something that we think you have but doesn't belong to you. You can call me Alex. Boys introduce yourselves." he said. And one after the other the 2 other men told me names that I assume to be fake. I rolled my eyes dramatically before putting the knife down on the floor behind me since my pajama pants, pink with frogs on them, didn't have pockets. I looked at the men then at the knife and once again at them, "Don't touch that knife or I won't hesitate to kill all of you in an instant. Don't think that's all I'm armed with." I knew that knife truly was all I had on me, but they didn't need to know that. The men nodded and backed up a bit clearly worried despite trying hard to seem tough. I pointed at the couch and told the men to sit down so we could "talk". After glancing at each of them with my most intimidating look, I sat down on a kitchen chair in front of them, "First off, It was very unnecessary to go through my window, you could have just knocked at the front door and I would have let you in. Second, If you think I have something that doesn't belong to me, you could have asked me and we could have had a civil conversation about it. Third, I kind of need to know what you think I have so I can help look for it. And finally I know those aren't your real names, but for the sake of ''I don't have the energy to give a shit.'' I won't bother you about it." They all looked at me like I just recited the entire Bee Movie script off the top of my head, "A friend of ours recently lost his computer." the second tallest guy, who I was told was named Alejandro, said before being nudged and glared at by Alex. After a while of lying to them, I convinced them I never knew a "Luke Wilson" nor did I have his computer. I forced them to clean up everything they threw on the floor before they left and kicked them out once they were done.

I paced so much was on my mind, questions I would have asked them if it wouldn't have added to their suspicion. "Why do you think I would have his laptop it's not like I was there when he was killed." But truth be told, they never mentioned his death so I couldn't use "I wasn't there when he was killed" or "Why would I kill him" to convince them I didn't have his computer. I pondered on the thought of how they got my address and how they linked me to having the computer. Was my DNA found at the crime scene? No that's impossible I made sure nothing could link me to his murder. Yet here I am with a shit ton of his "buddies" up my ass about his missing computer and death. If I want out of this without being looked behind some cold rusting bars, I am just going to have to clean up the rest of the mess. I smiled at the idea and made a plan. I picked up my phone and called the cops claiming I think someone had broken in. I then carefully placed a few of the items the 3 men had touched around the room making it look like someone broke in. I had worn gloves so only their handprints would be recognizable. All I had left to do was wait for the polices arrival.