The Possession | ✓

Chapter Four: It's Gonna Be Okay

The sun shone brightly, awakening a once sleeping Colby. The blood that was now dried startled him, causing him to be fully awake and alert. He looked over to the side, gasping when seeing a Officer LoveGood with a hole in her chest. He stood up, taking a full view of the crime scene before him. He scrambled to the nearest phone, looking at the time. It was 7:09, which gave him time to clean up, wash his clothes off, and get the hell out of the house. He shakily picked up the body, stuffing it into a trash bag, and dragged it to the fireplace. He threw the body into the small space, igniting the bag. The flames grew large, then calmed down, turning everything into ashes. He grabbed towels from a random cabinet, put soap and water on them, and began cleaning the floor. He must've gone through dozens of towels, for there was a stack of wet, bloody towels by a closet door. After the blood was gone from the floor, he grabbed the towels and began hand washing them in the tub. The bathtub itself looked like a whole other crime scene, with blood staining the white interior. After getting rid of the blood, he stuffed them into the drier, stripping himself of his clothes. He threw them into the washer, jumping into the shower. He rinsed the blood off his body, giving him a new, fresh scent. Drying his body off with a small hand towel, he made his way to the laundry room, taking out his clothes and the dry towels. He nearly folded them, putting them away as if no one ever touched them. He grabbed an oversized sweater and slipped it on, wanting to at least keep warm while waiting for his clothes. It was about 7:50 now, and he was getting more and more anxious. When he heard the buzzer from the dryer, it was like music to his ears. He quickly got up, throwing his clothes on, but leaving the sweater on. There was no point in taking it off, he would just delay himself even more. He made his way to the living room, putting out the flames and spraying air freshener around the whole place to hide the stench of blood and a corpse. He snuck out of the house from the back door, and ran from the small neighborhood. He had no idea where he was at, for everything here seemed unfamiliar. He walked for hours, coming across all sorts of restaurants and houses. Checking his watch, he realized it was now 12:00. He sighed, stopping to take a break from walking. He was in a poor, ghetto area, which did not calm him down one bit. He slid down a brick wall, watching the sun hide behind the clouds, and the raindrops slowly falling from the sky. He moved into the dark alley way, resting there instead. He checked his pockets for his phone, which he luckily had, but his phone was almost completely dead. Thinking fast, he dialed his friends number, putting the phone to his ear. "Come on... come on, pick up.." he whispered to himself. "What's up?" He heard a voice say from the other line. "Oh, thank god! Brennen, I need you to pick me up. My phone is going to die and I have no idea where I'm at" Colby said. "How do you not know? Describe the place for me. I'm getting in my car right now" Brennen said, concern present in his voice. "Um.. I'm in a really run down place. It's almost abandoned, there's a bunch of poor people and drug dealers... graffiti on the walls.. dark alley. Um, there's like a very empty street, and there's literally only like, one car driving by... I don't know, Brennen. I just-I need to get back home" He explained. "Okay, actually turn on your location or something. Message me and maybe I can see where you're at.." Brennen suggested. Colby quickly turned on his location, texting him random stuff. "Hurry, find me. My phone is going to d-" his voice was cut off by the sudden silence on the line. "No...no. God dammit!" He shouted, gripping his phone harshly. His whole body was shaking. He banged his head on the brick wall and looked back at his phone with hope. Nothing. He looked down and rubbed the back of his neck, thinking if Brennen got the message or not. He looked around. Not much really stood out. There was graffiti on the walls that spelled out nothing, it was just a couple of gang symbols. A large green trash can stood next to him. He covered his nose once the smell of who knows what came to him. He rose up and walked back outside. The rain had calmed down, and the Sun was back out again. Two ideas crossed his mind. Number one, he could find a bus and get home himself. Or number two, he could wait for Brennen and hope he got his location. He was pretty sure Brennen would receive his text and come get him, so he chose number two. But if he didn't arrive in two hours, Colby would find a bus stop. Colby sighed as he rubbed his temples. His stomach growled loudly as he slid down the brick wall once more. "Well, isn't that great." he mumbled to himself. Colby looked around, there has to be a restaurant here. He recalled seeing so many. His eyes came to a building with a sign that read, Lonnie's Lobsters. Another sign, that read "OPEN" , blinked red and blue. He decided to eat there, it was better than asking strangers for something to eat. He checked his for wallet in his back pocket and slightly smiled to himself. He looked inside, there was around forty bucks. That would be enough, he thought to himself. He walked inside the building and a bell above him rung. He quietly sat alone, waiting for the waitress or waiter to come by. He ordered his food, a very small meal, and began to eat wearily. He found himself looking around more frequently, noticing his eyes darting around the place. "You look like a lost puppy" he heard a voice say. He slightly jumped in his seat, dropping his half-eaten hamburger. He stared at Brennen with wide eyes, a mouth full of food. "Finish eating. I'll take you home when you're done, k?" He said, sitting down across from the younger male. "How long have you been out here?" Brennen asked, examining his oversized sweater, and now dirty jeans. "Just last night..." he whispered, his appetite slowly fading away. "What were you doing out here, anyway?" He asked. Colby let out a shaky breath. "I don't want to talk about it... it's crazy. You wouldn't believe me. Hell, I wouldn't even believe me" he said, standing up, hinting for them to leave. Brennen followed along, unlocking his car doors. "Hey, how about I take you to my apartment? You can rest there" Brennen suggested. He nodded his head, clenching and unclenching his fists. When they arrived at his apartment, Brennen laid him down on his bed, covering him with plenty of warm blankets. "Come to the living room when you're awake. Depending on what time you wake up, we could either go out for dinner or lunch... if you want, of course" He said. Colby nodded meekly, his eyes closed in exhaustion. Brennen sighed. "Night, Colbs" he said quietly, walking out of the room and turning off the light. Colby fell into a deep sleep, his mind empty.