High Fidelity

59. Ezekiel 25:17

I will execute terrible vengeance against them to punish them for what they have done. And when I have inflicted my revenge, they will know that I am the Lord

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Sydney Bay Janes

I'll spare you the gory details of how Wilson and I braved the mess we made in the basement. Hours passed us by and finally, the basement was clean - rid of evidence. Well, what we did anyway. The cum stains and whatever else the frat guys had done would remain.

It's not like we separated the bodies limb from limb, they're still recognizable. Damian's body wasn't touched, Will couldn't bear it. That, I didn't blame him for. He knew Damian's family would seek justice and eventually get it. They'd also want a body to bury and Wilson wanted to give them that for some piece of mind. Not that he did a shit job hiding the body, in fact the opposite. Will told me he buried Damian Hassan six feet under deep in the woods out of town. That way, he could still be found.

However, Anna needed to be dealt with now. The police had discovered Miranda and Omar's body, and were looking for Karina.
According to the news and Mister and Mrs.Prescott, Wes was still away.

I'm no professional, I never had to dissect or get rid of a body before. Really, I didn't know what I was doing but I figured it couldn't be too hard.

Luckily, the frat guys were already living like they had things to hide so most of the materials were in the house. I found rope, body bags, duffle bags, and more. I just needed to get rid of Anna.

The best place I could think of was at the bottom of the ocean. And it's not like the world would go searching for her.

With the music blaring as a distraction, I drove far out on my own, Anna's body in my trunk encased in several black plastic bags that I wrapped with some rope.

A cliff overlooked a body of water that some conspiracy theorists locals referred to as "dead man's beach." There was little sand to lounge on and more water. They called it that because people would cliff jump for fun and in the past, many had taken their lives doing so - some on purpose.

I hauled Anna's body from the trunk.

I dropped her and began to weep, feeling sorry.

This is someone's daughter, I mentally said to myself. The realization made me sad.

All of a sudden, I got a lump in my throat and threw it up.

"Oh, God," I whined, spitting.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my arm and slid down the side of my Audi.

That's when I got a phone call from Wilson.

"It's done," he said as soon as I picked up.

I hesitated to reply. "Same." Lie.

My eyes shot to the dead body at my feet that I had yet to dispose of.

Looking down at my stomach, I sniffled in the phone and said to Wilson, "I'm not doing this again."

"I hope you'll never have to."

"How many?"

"How many what?"

"How many times have you-"

The call dropped. Weird. I guessed he lost connection, or his phone died. Though, if he's as smart as I think, he didn't want to confess anything in case people were listening. We were the main suspects now, after all.