Meat

Chapter 22

TW domestic violence mention
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It's been a long day at school. My next target, Chase Middleton is sitting right across from me, two tables away. He's laughing with all his friends, and his current girlfriend, Annabelle Marquez, is sitting next to him, wearing sunglasses and heavy makeup. She usually does, but now that I know he hits her, It's more disturbing seeing those white bug-eyed sunglasses cover half her face, and knowing why she wears them.

Anastasia sits right next to me, telling me stories about her pets. Suddenly, her phone rings.

"Hello?"

She leaves the table, giving me the perfect opportunity to steal a fry from her lunch plate.

She comes back about 5 minutes later, looking nervous.

"What's wrong?"

"It was my mom. A boy from my old school went missing, and she wanted to know if I knew anything."

"Oh, I'm sorry about that..."

I drift off as Annabelle walks past us very quickly, wiping tears from her blush stained cheeks. She rushes into the girl's bathroom behind us. Soon after, I see Chase walk into the gym locker room downstairs.

A sudden rush of adrenaline fills my body, and something is telling me to follow him, to stalk him, and to kill him right here.

This is it.

"I'll be right back," I tell Anastasia. She nods her head and continues to eat.

I walk down the stairs and into the locker room. He's there with a different girl that I had never seen before, sloppily making out with her.

"I better get going before my fucking girlfriend notices I'm gone," says Chase, pulling away from the brunette haired girl.

"Oh, alright," she says in a breathy, fruity voice. "Why don't you leave her already? You always say you love me more than her."

"For fucks sakes, I don't know! Get out of here already!" he yells suddenly.

she stands up and strides away. He sits down on a bench and gently snickers to himself. He turned around so he wasn't facing me and pulled out his phone. I look around, and I see in the shower chambers that the showers have plastic curtains. I go over and slowly slide the curtain off the rod. He's still on his phone, texting someone. I get the curtain and go behind him. It was kind of comical, he didn't know what was about to happen to him. He has no clue.

I chuckle a bit, as quickly wrap the curtain around his head. He tried really hard to get it off of him, but I have it in sort of a slipknot, so he won't be able to. I make sure his mouth and nose are covered so he won't be able to breathe. He fought and wriggled, he tried to reach me but I was too far away for him to reach me. He clawed at the curtain, desperately.

I started to smile, I smiled a colossal smile. I started to laugh, to cackle. Watching him struggle, watching him freak out. I laughed. I was in hysterics. He had no control over what was happening. Hell, he didn't even know who was doing it!

I was laughing so hard, I barely noticed he stopped. Wrapped in the shower curtain, he lay on the locker room floor, lifeless. I kneeled down and checked his pulse. Nothing. I looked at him. His face was twisted in horror. He was quite pretty, though. He had bushy, bouncy brown hair, bright green eyes, he wasn't as buff as one might think a football player would be. His arm was mangled behind him, and his legs twisted in different directions. His lips were blue and his nose was bleeding.

Suddenly, I panicked. I realized where I was. What the hell am I going to do with a dead body in the locker room?

I twisted him as much as I could to make him as compact as possible. Lucky for me, the lockers in here are pretty big, and he was pretty flexible. I stuffed his cold body into a locker and lock it shut. As the door slams, I hear a loud cracking sound. Whoops. I'm going to have to figure out how to unlock it, but if I can find a sledgehammer or something heavy, I could probably break it open.

I make sure that nothing looks suspicious. I notice his phone on the ground. I use the sleeve of my sweater and I pick it up. What should I do with it? I put it in my pocket, for now, being careful to not get any fingerprints on it.

I walk back up the stairs and back into the cafeteria. I see Ana sitting at the table. She sees me and her eyes light up. She really is beautiful, big, brown eyes, plump lips, long, wavy hair; I realized I'm stopped in the middle of the cafeteria, just staring at her. She looks at me and blushes, hiding her face in her bangs.

I walk over to her and sit down.

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It's been an hour since school ended. I told Q and my mom that I have a test to finish, so I have to stay after. Football practice ends in half an hour and I'm waiting in a locker for them to all leave. The football field is right next to the parking lot, and If they noticed me, they may question me. Chase's BMW is in the parking lot, so I need to take care of that. I sit on my phone for a while, until I finally hear the rumble of the football players. They yell and scream that that was the "best practice ever". They all come into the locker room to change. I know it won't take long, so I put my phone in my lap and cover my eyes. I don't want to see any more body parts than necessary.

"Hey, has anyone seen Middleton?" someone says. I look up in a panic, only to be blinded and traumatized by a bare ass right in front of my face.

"Nah, he disappeared after lunch. I think he went to make out with Mikayla. Maybe they went back to her place."

"Yeah, I think she disappeared after lunch, too. They probably went to her place to fuck."

Well, Chase's need to be a man-whore surprisingly came in my favor.

After about 10 minutes the locker room is completely cleared out, not a dick in sight.

I open the locker door, gracefully falling as I do so. Now I need to figure out how to get Chase's locker open. I look around, trying to find something that could be put back in place. I find a chair, one of those shitty plastic and metal chairs, and I hit the locker with the legs of the chair. it popped open and out came Chase. He looked a little bluer than before, but not much different. I wrapped him in two other curtains and carried him out to his car. I put him in the trunk and started it, with the keys that I found in his jacket pocket. 

I drive off, a little quicker than I anticipated; I rarely drive.

The airport is just a couple of miles away from the house. I decide I will stuff Chase in the icebox, then leave the car at the airport. I pull up, near the back fence of the house. I can see from here that my mom's car and Sissi's car are both gone, and Q's bedroom light is on. I get out of the BMW and open the trunk, picking him up and throwing him over the short picket fence. He lands with a loud thud and I jump the fence after him. I go over to the icebox and shove him in. Usually, my next meal is already cut up and made smaller, but not this time. I get back in the BMW and make my way toward the airport. I park right in the front. I use my hoodie to wipe down everything. I grab his phone, his wallet, a duffle bag with his gym clothes and an extra pair of shoes I found in the trunk, and his car keys. I lock the car, and then start walking toward the little river that Mr. Alberto's stuff is in. I stand at the edge of the river and pull out his phone from my pocket. I'm about to throw it, when he starts to get a phone call. It's Annabelle. I didn't know what to do. I answer the call.

"Chase, it's Annie. Where did you go after lunch? We were supposed to go on a date tonight, I waited for you at our usual spot, and I asked Derek where you were, and he said he didn't know. That you disappeared after lunch, after our little fight today. I didn't think it was that serious of a fight that you would leave like that. But, you were right, I was wrong, I'm sorry. I should've listened to you..." she paused "I guess what you said was rational, you have a right to cheat on me. I'm just saying that it hurts." She sighs" Are you there?"

I hang up the phone, not knowing what else to do. Poor Annie, she blames herself for something she can't control. I sigh, throwing the phone into the water. The duffel bag is last, and I make my way home.

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Sorry that this is late, I've been having problems with my housing situation lol.