Run

“What are you going to do to get out of this?” inquired my close friend, Jason. He sat across from me, watching me from over the brim of his glasses. I didn’t reply right away. He shifted from behind the wooden bar, waiting for me to answer his question.

            “I don’t know,” I told him once I did reply. My eyes were down on my own glass, swirling its contents around.

            He sighed heavily, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He set the glass down making me move my gaze up at him. Jason looked back down at me, “How can you not know Damon? It’s been an hour now; I thought you would have thought up a way to get rid of it by now.”

            “So did I,” I said with a shrug, setting my glass down to free both my hands up. HE watched my movements, seemingly wearily of me, “Calm down, I’m not going to do it to you too.”

            “I’m not scared of you attacking me as well. I have to open the bar soon for the night shift,” he explained, “I’d like that body out of the hall before I open those doors.”

            I gave a small nod and pushed myself out of the chair, the metal legs screeching across the floor. With a long drawn out sighed I walked to where the body laid. I never realized how much blood actually smelled until I got closed to it, the smell of alcohol out of my nose. A better way to put it would probably be that is smelt like blood with a hint of alcohol.

            The body was on the floor face down, blood on what was left of his hair and on his shirt. It started as a bar fight, just a simple one. There was an argument and a few curses until he really pushed it over the edge. He had swung the first hit even as Jason told us to calm down and stop. To be truthful I ignored his warnings to stop. My attacker had my riled up and I was to finish it. I took an empty glass and swung at his head, the glass had broken on impact. That had caused him to fall onto his knees and I kept at him. A few kicks to his sides, a few to his chest until he was curl up on the floor. Now I don’t really know what made me finish him off but I bashed in his skull with my boots. I didn’t know the man so I had no hesitation with what I did.

            To start cleaning I picked up the shards of glass, cursing subtly as one piece cut the inside of my palm. Maybe I should’ve worn gloves tonight. Once I got most of the glass I stepped to the closest trash can and tossed it out. Now to move the body. I had no idea how I was to do it. Maybe I could take him out back and prop him up somewhere. Make it look kind of like it was someone’s hate of the homeless that killed him.

            “Fuck… You sure are heavy…” I muttered as I put my arms under his and pulled back. I had a hell of a time trying to drag him out back. I got lucky when the door was just one to push to open.

            The air was bitter and bit at my bar skin. I muttered curses as I dragged him behind a dumpster, letting his body drop flat. Looking at my arms and hands I sighed, my one hand covered in my own blood and his on my arms. I had to get this washed off before anyone gets here.

            I headed back into the bar, making my way to the bathrooms. The bathroom was small, not that I minded it. The lighting was dingy as I looked at myself in the mirror, blinking a few times. That’s when it really started to sink in. What I had done. I wasn’t someone to do that, so why had I? I know I wasn’t drunk. If I was drunk then I would still be drunk now. I shook my head, I couldn’t think of that now.

            I turned my gaze down to the faucet and sink, turning it on. The water didn’t have much pressure so it was fairly gentle against my skin. I stuck my hands under it and let the water run down them, letting it take away the blood. Before long I started to rub the water over my arms. It took some aggression to get the blood to go, but I soon got it gone. It had left a faint stain on my arms but if anyone asks I can quickly think of a lie to tell.