Steak Knife

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Scrubbing my hands vigorously I choked back sobs as the water became muddied with blood.

It all happened so fast, I don't even know what came over me.

I reached over, staining the hot water knob with red as I tried to change the temperature of the water to better help the blood leave my hands. But they seemed stained, stained by the murder I just committed.

Tearing my eyes away from the sink I look through the bathroom doorway at the dead man who was face first into a lasagna a few feet away from me.

My heart beat out of my chest as I looked back down at my hands.

What was I going to do ? I couldn't survive in jail. I could claim self defense !

But who would believe me, I've already tried to clean the evidence away.

I didn't mean to stab him, he just kept yelling at me and berating me and I knew, I just knew what was coming.

Leaving the tap on I walked back over to his lifeless body, pulling out the steak knife from his neck.

I realized my mistake as the blood gushed from the wound. Quickly using the cloth napkins I'd set out, I pressed them against his neck.

The scent of blood made me gag as I dragged his body from the chair, it falling on top of me almost immediately.

As the blood soaked me I let out a sob, disgusted at the warm liquid.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

The blood continued to flow, now staining the carpet. How was I ever going to clean this up?

My blood ran cold as I heard the knock at the door. I stood frozen, not even daring to breathe.

Please who ever you are just go away.

"Letti?"

The familiar voice made my chest go warm for just a second right before I went back to my panicked state.

"I know you're in there and I'm not leaving till you answer"

Zayn.

Oh no no no, not now.

Out of all the times in the world he could've picked to come by it had to be now?

"One second!" I called out as I stood up, wrapping my hands under his arms pulling the dead man into the bathroom and shoving his body into the tub.

Another knock persisted as I ran out to the main room of the apartment, quickly cleaning.

My plan was to answer the door and send him away, he couldn't see what I had done.

I ran to the door, realizing last minute my clothes were soaked. Taking them off I toss them into the bathroom, grabbing a silk bathrobe to cover up my nudity.

Opening the door, I made sure to keep it so that i myself am barely visible.

"Zayn, hi .." breathlessly I greet him, keeping my eyes from connecting with him.

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 13, 2022 ⏰

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