Jail Joker

Chapter 3

Aya had finally calmed down and cried herself to sleep while Blake and I had comforted her, promising to kick Phil’s ass for breaking up with her. Well it was me doing the promising part. I got up and went to the front door, grabbing the keys for Blake’s Lamborghini on the way out. I was just about to go down the stairs when someone grabbed my arm and whirled me around. It was Blake.

“Where are you going?!” he asked suspiciously. I glanced at him and then turned to look at the stairs, measuring the distance with my eyes.

“Where do you think?” I retorted, while slyly taking a step back.

“To Phil’s house” he said quietly, pretty confident about his answer.

“It was a rhetorical question” I scoffed while looking away from him and taking another step back.

I think he noticed because he looked at me questioningly, raising one eyebrow.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked in an amused voice.

I sighed heavily, running a hand through my hair, while I contemplated on what to say. “Okay fine, I admit it. I’m going over to Phil’s house.”

Blake looked at me with an I-knew-it look. I started making my way down the stairs again but he blocked my way.

“I’m coming with you” he said softly. I nodded my head and handed him the keys. I suddenly felt tired as we made our way down the stairs and into the car. We stayed quite during the ride, not really needing to talk.

After a few minutes we pulled up outside Phil’s shabby place. I sat there and contemplated on what I was going to do, making a plan in case things went arseways.

“You stay here.” I ordered Blake.

He looked taken aback. “No, I’m coming in with you.”

“No, you’re not.” I said pointedly. “Do you really think he’ll open the door when he sees the two of us standing at it?”

“Do you really think he’ll open the door when he sees you standing at it?” He mimicked my tone.

“Whatever.” I got out of the car and made my way up the pathway to the house.

The door was left ajar; great I could catch him by surprise the little weasel. Stepping through the door, I could feel Blake’s eyes on me from the car as I tiptoed my way into his kitchen. No one was there. I went to the next room; again no one was in there either. Damn it, he probably saw the car outside and did a runner, knowing we were after him. I stood in his hallway and listened for any bit of noise to tell me someone was home.

“Fuck it.” I’ll have to get him some other time.

Just as I was heading back towards the door to leave, something caught my eye in the living room. I walked in and there was a knife, glimmering in the sunlight. I picked it up and gave it the once over. It was a hunting knife, a very good one at that too. I thought about keeping it for later use. Deciding that Phil wasn’t the hunting type, I went to put the knife in my pocket as I turned around. But then, the sight in front of me, made me drop it to the floor. Phil was there, lying in a pool of his own blood in front of the sofa. My breath caught as I ran over to him, my vendetta forgotten for the moment. He was lying face down so I turned him over to see if he was alive. I knew from the amount of blood on the floor that he wasn’t and I was right.

“Shit.” I barely whispered.

Someone had stabbed him straight through the chest. Coming out of my shock I realized that I was covered in his blood. My jeans had started to soak it up and my hands were wet with it. I looked down at them as his blood dripped down around my wrists before falling in little splashes to the ground.

“What did you do?”

The voice startled me, and I looked up at Blake, looking horrified, in the doorway.

“Nothing, I found him like this, I swear I didn’t do anything.” I was becoming frantic.

My plan didn’t involve finding the guy dead on the floor, so now I didn’t know what to do.

“Come on, let’s go.” Blake shouted, as he ran over to me and grabbed my arm. We ran out of the house, Blake’s fingers digging into my arm.

“You’re hurting me.” I whimpered.

He opened the car door and I sat in, while he raced around to his own side.

“Oh man, oh man, shit, what are we supposed to do?” He asked as he raced away from the house.

I didn’t know the answer, so I didn’t bother replying. We were in deep shit.