Murderous Madrigal

Part 1.

Camilo was always the nice kid, always to help out and whatever. I mean, he still is. Just a little different now that he's older.

He recently turned eighteen. He moved out of the casita not too long ago. He didn't live too far from the casita either. Camilo doesn't want to be too far from his loved ones, so he didn't mind living close. That just meant he could still see his little brother, Antonio, and his older sister, Dolores on a daily basis still. His new small house in the village was hidden a little further back behind some overgrown greenery. The house is empty. A couch, a small table in the dining area, a hammock for a bed, sandwiches in the fridge to only last him a couple days before having to go to the market... and that's about it.

Camilo still helps around the village, assisting people of their needs, helping elderly people with basic duties such as bringing groceries in, or walking across a fairly busy road.

Camilo has started a job as an assistant teacher. Working along side students wasn't very intriguing at first, but he gave it a try and likes it so far, but definitely not a forever job. Just a quick way to make a little money, enough to survive on. He comes home most days and just crashes on the couch, too lazy to walk a few more steps into his bedroom and sleep in his hammock.

Camilo is friends with y/n, rarely going out and having drinks, he gets away with it because he is a Madrigal, most famous family in Encanto. Him and y/n don't do much more than that though. They don't even go to each other's houses.

Y/n makes her living off of selling ice cream from an ice cream truck. She sells around school most of the time because that is where most of the money comes from. It's after school and kids want ice cream. Again, a quick way to make some money. That also means, she sometimes runs into Camilo. He wants ice cream occasionally as well.
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Pov, Camilo-

I'm a terrible person. More than that actually. It was an accident. I promise. I should be in the death penalty right now. But I'm not. No body saw.

I killed a kid.

I killed a kid while driving home from work. It happened not too long ago. I swear I didn't see him.

I admit, I was going over the speed limit for that area. But, he ran out in front of my car, I didn't have time to hit the brakes.

I'm guessing the kid was walking home from school. He had his backpack on.

Once I had comprehended what had just happened, I ran out of my car to see if he was alive. I place my two fingers where his pulse should have been. But.. no pulse.

For a moment I broke into a sweat. But soon calmed myself down when I picked his lifeless body up off of the dirt road.

I carried his body to my trunk and placed him in. He started to ooze red on the inside of my trunk. All I could think about was how I was going to get that stain out, what an inconvenience.

I can't tell people about this, even if there is the slimmest chance he is still alive, I can't get into trouble. I'd be locked up. And that would be a bad look for me and my family.

It's almost like, and I hate saying this... but, it's almost like my instincts kicked in. I knew where I was going to take his body and dispose of it. The forests. Leave his body there for the jaguars, and other hungry predators that lurk in the forests.

But before I left his body, I rummaged through his backpack to see if he had any valuables. I didn't know though, what seven year old has 'valuables'? But, just to make sure, I checked.

Nothing though. Other than some crayons, crumpled tiny pieces of paper, an inhaler, and... the last thing I pulled out made my heart break just a bit. It was a sloppy drawn in crayon picture of him and his family. It had the little sun up in the corner of the page.

Apparently, this kid has a younger sister, a mom, and a dad. I looked to the back of the paper to see a date. He drew this today. I folded the drawing nice and neat and put it in my pants pocket. I also took the inhaler. I can sell it on the black market.

I have no idea why I felt the need to keep/sell those two items. I should be in tears, fearful of what could happen to me in the future. But I wasn't. I was surprisingly calm. I had a feeling I was going to get away with it, and I did.

Authors note:

First chapter! I hope you liked it! Have a good day/night!