Can't We Be Seventeen? (If We Still Got The Right)

13- Dead Girl

TW: Murder, rape, pov of the murderer

September 23rd, Sunday(2 minutes after Veronica Sawyer's murder)

Outside, the rain had stopped. Before, there was so much noise, with the water hitting the roof and the windows with force, the wind blowing loudly, the sound of rushed footsteps running for dear life, the screams (angry ones that belong to a man who just wanted to finish what he started, and terrified ones coming from a young girl as she begged for her life).

Inside, the only noise came from the man's grunts as he yanked both ends of a shoelace around the girl's neck. She was already unconscious, it took around a minute or two for the lack of oxygen to make her pass out, but he knew if he let go she would probably be alive, so kept on yanking, as hard as he could.

"Just...fucking...die," he kept mumbling to himself over and over until her chest finally stopped moving.

Then, everything was quiet. The storm, both the one outside as well as the one that happened inside, died down, and all that was left was an eerie, heavy silence. Only then was it possible to realize the damage the storm had caused.

Outside, the aftermath were broken branches and dirty puddles all over the lawn; inside, the storm ended in death.

Big Bud Dean stood over the body laid on the ground. He checked her pulse: Nothing. She was finally dead.

What was her name again? Veronica, right...

Jason would be devastated. But perhaps he shouldn't have taken her to his home in the first place a year ago. Or stormed off after their argument, then he would have been home, and none of this would have happened.

Big Bud Dean didn't wake up that morning thinking about killing that girl. That had never crossed his mind before. Although he did catch himself looking at her when she wasn't noticing.

It all happened too fast. He was lonely, and drunk, and he wanted to blow off some steam. One thing led to another and things spiraled our of control. When he noticed what he had done it was too late; if he let her go she would tell Jason or the police and his life would be over.

He just did what he had to to protect himself.

Realizing he had to clean up his mess before Jason got home, he grabbed a blanket and wrapped the girl in it. She was limp, like a doll, and that made things a bit harder, but eventually, he got the job done.

He placed her inside the trunk of his car, hidden behind tools and cardboard boxes, then went to clean the mess inside the house.

There was broken glass and tossed furniture all over, as if a tornado had happened there. There was also blood, in the living room from her broken nose and head injuries, and in the office, after it ran down her legs while he was having his fun with her. While she died, she urinated a bit, so he cleaned that too.

Less than 20 minutes later, he entered his car and drove to the woods. He needed a way to get rid of the body quickly, and get back in the house before Jason came back.

It was hard getting the body out of the trunk and carrying it all the way into the woods; he had to go a bit far so it would take longer to find her.

After he found a decent spot —a hole on the ground large enough to fit her. It wouldn't be that easy for a random passerby to find her inside of there— he placed her on the ground, her body making a loud thud as it hit the soil and the fallen leaves.

He planned on just dumping her there, still covered with the blanket, but he wanted to have one last look at her face.

He uncovered her. Even with the bruises and blood, she still looked beautiful. It was no wonder why Jason took interest in her.

Big Bud Dean —Fred— took one of the blanket tips and cleaned the blood from her nose, her forehead, then moved onto the blood on her private parts and her legs, cleaning it gently. He gave her a kiss on the forehead, then threw her inside the sinkhole.

He didn't notice the beautiful silver bracelet that had fallen from her wrist. The one she wore all the time. The one his son had given to her, and she told herself she would wear it until she died.

Big Bud Dean got back into his car, then drove home.