I heedfully flipped him over, just to see the same knife that I was cut with, sticking out of his chest.
I knew immediately that I needed to get out of there, and that I couldn't leave the knife because my DNA was on it.
I grabbed the knife by the handle, yanked it out of his chest, put it in my backpack, and ran the rest of the way home.
Once I saw that my mom's car wasn't in the driveway, I knew I was in the clear. I quickly unlocked the door to the house and ran upstairs.
I opened my backpack and pulled out the knife. I quickly ran into the bathroom with my spare change of clothes in hand.
I turned on the sink faucet and put the plug in the drain. I reached underneath the sink and pulled out the bleach, and poor a bunch in the sink with the hot water. I dropped the knife into the sink and turned off the faucet, and got ready to take a shower.
Once I got out of the shower, I drained the sink, and wiped the knife off with a clean rag, in an attempt to get rid of any fingerprints or DNA that were left on it.
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Mommy Issues
Misterio / SuspensoMara Jones isn't your typical teenage girl. As she tries to balance her home and school life in San Francisco, she also has to hide the fact and remind herself that she's different from others. Will she be able to keep her mother, a homicide investi...
