Yes Master 2

Chapter Fifty-Six

She stood and ran to the other side of the room. She shook her head.

"See?" said Loki.

She noticed that her hands were covered in his blood. She wiped it onto her dark grey hoodie.

"We should leave now," he said.

"No."

He raised a brow. "I will not put up with your nonsense today. Come. Now."

"I'm not going with you," she murmured.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I am not going with you," she repeated, louder.

He rolled his eyes. He was very tired of her disobedience. "I suggest you do. What are you going to tell your mother when she gets home and sees him dead on the floor?"

"I don't know."

"You will be in great trouble. They will accuse you of  murdering him. You have his blood on you not to mention your finger prints are on the dagger."

"I didn't touch the-"

He took the bloody dagger out of his coat pocket and threw it at her with great force. To prevent it from stabbing her, she caught it by the handle. Realizing what she had just done, she dropped it.

"They will send you to prison. They will mistreat you. Who knows, they might even execute you for your crimes."

She shook her head, not caring at all about what he was saying. "I would rather rot in prison or be executed than go anywhere with you. You're...you're a monster."

He was not expecting her to react in such a way. Last time he had been in a situation like this, the aspect of going to prison had convinced his slave to come with him.

After a thoughtful moment, he nodded. He gave her a surly grin. "I see. You know what? I will leave you. I have grown tired of always having to harm you to make you cooperate. It has gotten old. Therefore, I will let you stay here. Perhaps the Midgardians will be able to break you enough so that you change your mind. I will return. If you still refuse, though, I will go find someone more compliant. After all, there are billions of other Midgardians. I want to unite with my dear Nicole and you are one of the reasons why it is taking so long. Think long and hard while I am away."

With that, he left.

She had no idea what to do.

She could not hide his body. She would not be able to bring herself to touch it. She could not leave. There was nowhere she could go and she did not have enough money to get far.

There was nothing she could do. Therefore, she did the only thing she could think to do. She sat down on the grey couch and laid down. She closed her eyes, trying to sleep, hoping that she would fall asleep and when she would wake up, everything that had just happened would have been just a nightmare.

A couple of hours later, Anita's mother unlocked the front door of her house and opened it. She had just had a long day at work and was ready to unwind. Steven was going to be coming over in a little bit. She was going to take a quick shower. She felt dirty. Stocking shelves at work was a tiring and sweaty job.

She thought about talking to Anita later. Perhaps they could make up. She hated her daughter being upset with her.

She took her beige coat off and hung it in the foyer, on one of several hooks on the wall. She walked to the end of the foyer and turned right, where the living room was.

When she entered the room, she froze. At first, she did not react to what she was seeing. Her eyes took in everything before her. Then, she let out a shrill scream. Briefly, all she could do was scream. Eventually, she found the ability to say words.

"Anita! Anita, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! Oh my God! Oh MY GOD! Anita! ANITA!"

Anita did not look at her mother. She continued laying on the couch, tears welling up in her eyes.

"What have you done?! What have you done?!"

Her mother went back to the foyer and screamed some more. Abruptly, she vomited on the floor. She was so disturbed and disgusted by what she had just seen on the floor, she had became sick. She took her phone out of the back pocket of her pants and frantically began to dial 911.

***
Anita was sitting in the back of a police car, her hands handcuffed behind her back. Outside the car was complete chaos. Multiple police cars with their red and blue lights flashing were parked around the house. Police officers surrounded the house. Some forensic investigators were inside, marking and taking note of evidence. A coroner van was parked beside the car she was in. The coroner was inside her house, tending to Caspian.

Her mother sat on the porch of the house, Steven beside her. She was inconsolable. He tried to comfort her as best as he could.

Anita had been completely silent since the police arrived and arrested her. There was nothing she could say to get herself out of the situation she was in.

After about another hour, things were wrapping up. The forensics team left with their evidence. The coroner rolled Caspian's body, now in a black body bag, out to their van. They loaded it up and took off.

Through the window of the car, Anita could hear Steven talking to her mother.

"Come on, let's go get some of your things. We're going to go to a motel. The police said we can't stay in there until they are done with the investigation,"said Steven.

"Are you kidding me?! A boy was just murdered in there! I can't go in there! I won't!"

"Okay, okay. I'll go in and get you some stuff then. What do you want me to grab?"

She felt terrible that because of her decisions, her mother was now likely scarred for life. As if she had not been through enough already. Her husband's death and now, discovering a dead, decapitated body in her own home.

The drivers side door opened. The officer that it belonged to got in and shut the door. He was a bald, Caucasian man that appeared to be middle aged. He paused for a moment and sighed. Then, he looked up at the rear view mirror. He looked at her reflection.

"Out of all of my ten years of being a police officer, I have never seen something like...that. The way you murdered that kid...god. I have no words."

She did not speak for a moment. Then, she swallowed and opened her mouth. Her voice was soft and weak. "I didn't kill him."

He nodded. "Yeah, sure."

He started the car and drove off. She took one last look at her house. She would never see it again.