coffee after death
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my boot splashes in the pool of blood. i grimace and stab the knife into his back, stepping out of my boots and carrying them to the sink. i turn on the faucet with my elbow and start washing my hands off. my phone rings in my pocket and i wipe my hands off to answer.
"hello?"
"hey Rich, thought you were coming over? how was your first day?"
i look over at the body on my floor, "dad, it happened again."
the line cuts off and i place my phone on the counter. i grab the bleach and a few rags and walk back over to to the mess. i set it down as i search for his phone in his pocket, i pull back his head and use the face ID to unlock it. luckily for me he had little social media presence and his last few texts were to people he was buying drugs from, including Bill. I found a contact labeled "work" and text it saying Jacob quit and is moving out of state and how sorry he is for the late notice. i then erased all of his data in the settings and i remove the sim card and crush it between my fingers, snapping the phone in half and putting it aside. i help myself to the cash in his wallet and take back my medication, i really need those back. i take a skull ring off his middle finger and chuckle, putting it in my pocket.
just as i stand back up my dad walks in with a backpack in hand. he's almost just as used to this as i am as he hardly makes a face at the scene in front of him.
"jesus Rich. what did he do?"
"tried to pull a move on a drunk guy."
Went sighs and unzips his bag, holding a hand saw, "what happened to your promise? huh? i thought we were over this shit?"
his tone reminds me of the first time this happened. my fathers face turned white and he screamed a terrible scream when he saw the dead girl on his living room floor with a pair of scissors in her eye. the bitch had it coming honestly, she used to call me names and push me in the hallways. i thought i'd go to jail and i was okay with that, but that was the day i realized my dad would do anything for me. little Jill was never found at the bottom of the canyon and we made our way to Oregon.
"i'm sorry, but he had it coming."
Went sighs, "you say that every time..."
"this time is different dad, he was going to hurt someone i care about."
Went began sawing at Jacobs limbs and tossing them into a garbage bag, "open up that window. and who? you never make friends when we move."
"well, because you tell me not to. i thought this time id try something different and i guess old habits don't die out as fast as we want." I take another saw out of the bag and begin hacking off his feet, "he's not a student. he has no family around. he meant nothing. just a junkie."
"i guess that makes this easier..."
after all the parts are in the garbage bag we begin scrubbing at the floors before the blood seeps into the wood. i change out of my clothes and throw it in the bag, my boots and the knife were soaking in the sink and just as fast as i killed the guy any trace of him was gone.
"i told your mother i was helping you move around furniture. i should get back before she starts to worry. can you handle the rest on your own?"
i nod and he gives me a thin smile as he leaves. i put a few of my barbells in the bag and tie it off. it's nearly 4am, my eyes are heavy and i want nothing more than to crawl in bed and dream of Eddie. i bet he'd be happy to know this creep will never touch him again.
sadly, the first time i visit the beach in Maine my passenger is a douche bag. i throw the bag off the end of the pier and watch it sink until it's no longer visible. i've done this once before, the body turns into nothing but mush after soaking in water for so long. my dad took the teeth and all i had left was to burn his wallet and the phone. luckily for me some homeless man already had a fire started in a barrel a little ways down the beach. i walk up and throw it in, he pays no attention to it as i hand him a fifty.
