The car crash

chapter 12

I gingerly wiped away the remaining droplets of blood, each swipe feeling like an eternity. Finally, with a sense of relief, I lifted my head up and surveyed the room. The floor was spotless, devoid of any trace of the horrendous act that had taken place just hours ago. It was almost as though the murder never happened.

Just then, I heard Jolica's distant voice calling out, her tone laced with anticipation and a hint of suspicion. My already racing heart skipped a beat as I rose to my feet and turned towards the door. As I made my way towards her, I could feel her scrutinizing gaze burning into me, and I couldn't help but wonder what thoughts were running through her mind.

"Honey, I'm home!" her voice reverberated through the eerily quiet house, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of fear and guilt wash over me. And as she finally laid eyes on me, her facial expression abruptly shifted from excitement to shock- as if seeing a ghost.

"Here I am," I replied weakly, my voice barely audible as I tried to mask my anxiety. Her piercing eyes bore into me, and for a moment, I thought she could see right through me.

It was as if she wasn't expecting me or talking to me.

"Where's Benny?" She asks, her voice tinged with a hint of curiosity and irritation.

"He went out," I respond, my eyes wandering over to the counter where she now stood. She leans forward, her ample chest resting on the surface. It's impossible not to notice, the way her curves mold against the cold, hard counter.

"Okay, where?" Her lips curl into a smile, and I can see the hint of annoyance behind her playful demeanor.
My gaze flickers up to meet hers, trying my best to maintain composure.

"Why?" I ask, my voice stern despite the distraction in front of me.
Her arms cross over her chest, drawing my attention back to her full breasts. I feel a rush of heat as I struggle to focus on the conversation at hand. She wants me to know that she's bothered, but all I can see are her breasts, inviting my gaze to linger.

"Dressed like that," I exclaimed, unable to hide my shock and

disappointment. Jolica glanced down at her outfit, and raised a brow at me in confusion. "What's wrong with this?" she asked, genuinely puzzled.

My fingers gripped the handle of my walker, and I took a deep breath to calm myself before answering. "Jolica, do you seriously not see the problem here?" I asked, my voice quivering with emotion.

"What? Are you that insecure?" Jolica scoffed, looking at me as though I were insane. "It's just a little bit of cleavage." I could feel the frustration building inside me as she spoke. Was she really that oblivious? The way she was dressed was completely inappropriate - My brother doesn't want to see all that - and I couldn't believe she couldn't see that. I blew out a long sigh, struggling to contain my anger and disappointment.

"It's not just a subtle hint, it's vivid as daylight- Your dress is so sheer that I can make out every curve of your body, and for fuck's sake, your nipple is peeking out shamelessly. Don't you dare call me insecure when you are flaunting so much flesh," I snapped at her, my voice laced with anger. She flinched, but I could see the hint of excitement in her eyes. Something about my rage seemed to speak to her. Normally, I don't lose my cool. Instead, I swallow my anger until it festers like cancer inside me. However, at this moment, I couldn't control the sudden snap in my tone. If looks could kill, someone's neck would be broken by now.

"Ha! He has seen more!" she shouts, her voice quivering with excitement. Her eyes light up like a child's on Christmas morning. And like a child, I can't resist the urge to yell back in an equally childish tone.

"What the hell are you talking about?!" I scream, my voice cracking with frustration. But her expression falls, and her body flinches at my harshness. Even though my anger simmers within me, I can't help but feel guilty for making her recoil and look away.

"One time, as I was in the shower, he unexpectedly entered the bathroom and caught a glimpse of me without a towel." I feel myself blush as she confesses this to me, her voice softened. Suddenly, my lower lip is pulled inside my mouth and I can't help but close my eyes.

Her sudden outburst startles me, and I see the tears streaming down her face. "Why aren't you getting angry!? Don't you love me! Doesn't that make you scream knowing another man has seen my body!?" Her words cut through me like a knife, and my heart sinks as I realize the pain she must be feeling.

I want to yell, to scream, to destroy something. But I can't. The truth is, I love her more than words can describe. And the thought of anyone else seeing her like that makes my blood boil. But I know, deep down, that there's nothing I can do about it now. He's already dead.

As she continues to cry, I simply walk away from her and go back into the room. The weight of the situation is heavy on my shoulders, and I don't know how to ease her pain.