13 - Everything To Worry About

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"John b, what are we doing?" JJ asked, hands gripping his shoulders

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"John b, what are we doing?" JJ asked, hands gripping his shoulders.

John b looked at me again.
Barely moving.
Barely breathing.
Frozen.

And I knew exactly why-
He was terrified of becoming his dad.

"Hide the body" I said it before he could break.

Everyone snapped their heads toward me.

"Hide the body where?" Pope rushes out

JJ looked at me, then at pope.
"Shut up. That's what we're doing okay?" He said

"Behind the couch. It's our only option. Move it" I said

"Behind the- Behind the couch?!" Pope shuttered

"We are hiding the body-" kie started

"Guys keep it down" JJ hissed

"Grab his legs" I told JJ, moving toward him.

Kie jumped in.
"Maybe we should- don't drag him. You're gonna smear blood across the entire house" she said.

"John b hey hey" I stoped toward him.
"I need you to help JJ. Look at me" I said softly but firm.

He finally met my eyes.

"You're not your dad, okay? We need you" I said

He blinked hard, snapping out of it, and moved to help.

I jogged over to cleo, who looked ready to pass out.

"Hey cleo, go upstairs okay? You dont need to see this. Please. Go" I said softly

She nodded and ran upstairs.

"Ella! Get your ass over here!" JJ whisper yelled

I rushed back just as Kie grabbed a skateboard.
"Put him on here and then you can roll him" she said

"She's right. Here. One two-" John b muttered

"You're putting him on a skateboard? Really?" Pope asked

"Pope, shut up" I snapped
"We have no choice. Now just fucking help us" I said

We got him behind the couch.

"Shit shit shit" I muttered, seeing blood on the floor.

"It's too sticky!" I said.

My mind was racing.
Then it clicked-
"Kie- bleach!" I rushed

She sprinted off and returned with a bottle.
"Dump it" I said

She did, and I scrubbed like my life depended on it- because it literally did.

"Wait- the gun , the gun. Pope, you have to do something with the gun. We'll get rid of it later just wipe off the prints" kie said

He did, fast, then shoved it in a drawer.

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