The Gnawing Hunger

Surprises of A Sort

When Bo finally got back to the cabin, everything was quiet. There were absolutely no sounds or signs of life, either. Bo still held his breath as he walked into the room. Doing his best to possibly tip toe through the kitchen. Fearing that someone was up but that he couldn't hear them. And he didn't want to do anything to get them to notice he was there. Partially resisting the urge to hold his breath as he did so. Yet, there was no one awake or any real signs that someone was awake.

It was something that immediately relieved him. As he had no idea of how to explain where he was. Or why in the Hell he was sneaking around like this. As well as why his hands were so bloody, too.

Another thing he really couldn't think of how to explain.

There was really nothing that came to mind as he silently walked down. At least not in a way that wouldn't freak others out. Especially, his already frazzled Mother who probably checked in on him while he was sleeping. Maybe more than once. His Grandpa probably had to distract her from doing it at least thirteen times. Which was good. If Eleanore noticed she was outside with Thorn then she'd flip the fuck out. And it was something he really didn't want. Bo took a deep breath as he heard her snoring in her room. The sounds somewhat eased him as he finally got into the bathroom. Quickly, he turned on the sink and washed his hands. There was way more blood on them then he thought there was.

A little bit was even on his hoodie for fucks sake.

This was going to be shoved into the bottom of the hamper for a bit. He was going to be washing everything in that as soon as humanly possible. Before his Mom could take one step into the laundry room. Which would be after he hid his little treasure properly. There was this strange feeling about that. Thinking of the horrible thing he pulled out of a tortured woman as a 'treasure'. But he had really no idea what else he could call it. Or why in the world he wasn't just getting rid of it. Just what in the Hell was even the organ in his hoodie pocket anyway?

He didn't know.

It wasn't like he could just ask everyone else for an opinion. They'd have so many damn questions for him. Stuff that he just couldn't explain to anyone all that easily. Not without him thinking that he officially lost it. Like he had killed an animal or something like that. As he didn't want any of them to think he murdered some poor creature with his bare hands. That's if they were being generous. And he couldn't explain why he did that. There was no lie that he could immediately come up with. Though he could go with the lie that he killed an animal for some reason.

There was just no way he could think of a plausible or sane reason to it.

Like why in the Hell did he do this for? What was going wrong in his head? Just what was wrong with him that he had done that? What animal did he hurt during this? Had it been someone's pet? Where was the thing's body?

Did he even bury it?

That would be just way more difficult to lie about! So much more harder than telling the truth would be. Not more then the why he had done it though. But a definite near second to it.

What was he going to do about any of this? About Hawthorne in general?

Then the idea slowly dawned on him as he turned off the sink. Drying his hands on the nearby towel that his Mom had brought. Grateful he got the blood off of his hands as he wouldn't forgive himself if the towel got messy. First thing first, he would put the organ in a ziplock bag from the kitchen. And then he'll hide it in his dufflebag in the room. That way no one would ever be able to find it. As no one in the cabin went through his things. Which would only be found out if he went missing or something. At least that's what he was thinking about as he stood there. Tomorrow, his birthday, he was going to lead Thorn to Lake Hattie. Sure, it was sort of frozen over. From what he remembered, no one ever went into the middle because it never thoroughly froze over. But, hopefully Hawthorne wouldn't know about that. And it would literally be to his advantage if Thorn didn't know. Soon as they walked to the middle of the lake, he would break it. Making sure that Hawthorne couldn't get free as they went down.