Meat

Chapter 27

He finally comes back in, after about 5 minutes. He walks up to the hallway arch and looks at the plastic lining.

"What the fuck?" He starts to walk to his room, when I grab him from behind. I lock my left arm around his neck and jump striaght up so we both fall down. He squirms as the air is knocked out of him from falling, and grabs at my arm and wiggles around, desperately trying to get out. I don't let him, I grap a piece of saran wrap and wrap it around his face. He grabs at it, but doesn't have the strength to pull it off his face or to rip it. I had a piece left over that I folded about 10 times just for this. Finally, his body goes limp, and his arms fall beside him.

I go to feel for a pulse, making sure he's still alive. I can't find one.

Ah shit, I didn't mean to kill him. I wanted him to know why I was doing this. Why he deserved to suffer. I throw him off me and stand up. I look at him, his eyes barely shut, but peeking a bit. His mouth is open in a struggled o shape, and his nose is starting to bleed.

I take down the saran wrap and wrap him in it. I drag his lifeless body back to his room and leave him on the floor. When I first came, I was too pissed to think about how I was going to get him back to my house. I just wanted him dead. Now I starting to panic a bit, how do I get him back home?

I go outside and look around. Around the corner, on the side of the house, I see an old ford truck with a rusty tool box hanging over the bed. Maybe there's a saw in there. I go back inside, grab my hammer, and head toward the truck. I start hitting the lock, over and over again until it finally breaks off. It wasn't until it broke off that I realized it wasn't even locked.

I open it and there are mostly guns, but I see something silver and shiny under an AK47. I move the 47 and grab the shiny thing. It's a machete. I've never been more grateful for Drake's dad's crazy ass.

I pull out the machete and go back inside. I start at the limbs, as per usual, cutting off the hand and the forearm. I go to move to the shoulder when I hear a car door outside. Fuck.

I bury him in a pile of his own clothes and hide back in his closet. I hear footsteps in the main room, I hear the fridge open and then close, and then I hear a bottle open. Considering everyone in his family drinks beer like it's oxygen, this does not tell me who is here.

The footsteps come closer to the door and I see the familiar face of Jamie. Jamie goes to our school, of course. He's 14 and we've always had classes together. Apparently he had a crush on me before he found out that Sissi is my sister. Then he thought it would be weird to date me, and we became friends in 9th grade. 

He takes a swig out of the green beer bottle and his curls bounce around his eyes. He looks around, shrugs, and leaves. I hear his door shut and then some loud rap music.

Jamie was an interesting kid. He was only 4 when Tom and Marilyn divorced, so he spent most of his time as a kid with Marilyn. The whole reason they divorced was because Marilyn cheated. Jamie was 10 when he found out, and started giving Tom more of his time and attention. Marilyn wasn't happy about it, but she accepted that he was at least seeing her. Drake on the other hand was the one that found out, being only 8 at the time, walking in on his mom with another man in her bed, and ever since wanted nothing to do with his mom. When he turned 13, the courts asked him who he wanted to stay with, and Drake said Tom without missing a beat. Because of all this family drama, they all drank. At least that's what they say. Jamie was always drunk, he always snuck in alcohol to school, vodka in a water bottle, flasks in his pencil bag, he was the one to get me drunk my first time.

I get out of the closet and find Drake's body in the pile of clothes. Even though the house was shaking from Jamie's music, I still tried to be as quiet as possible as I cut him up.

After about an hour and a half, I'm finally at the head. Drake was short, so I didn't have to cut his torso in half like I usually do.

I wrap him up as best I can in the smallest amounts of saran wrap as possible. I start throwing bits of him out the window, keeping an eye out in the hallway for Jamie. When it was finally all out, I pick up his phone and put it in my pocket. I'll find his thumb and send a message to Tom and Jamie later, I have to get all this meat home.

I jump out the window soon and grab all the meat. I take off Drake's hoodie and the saran wrap pants and shoes that I had on, as well as the gloves and tie them all up in the hoodie. I go back into Drake's room and grab a duffel bag and stuff the hoodie in it. I stand up with the duffel bag over my shoulder and head toward the front of the house. As I reach the sidewalk I hear the rap music stop. I decide to just keep walking, I don't wanna look suspicious. I hear a door close and then footsteps on the pavement.

"Hey, Ronnie!" I hear Jamie say. Fuck.

I spin around and look at him. "Hey dude, what's up?" I say, trying to act like I don't have his brother completely mutilated in this duffel bag.

"Hey man, how you been? What you doin' on this side of town?"

"Oh, I have a friend that lives around the cul de sac, I was spending the night."

"And you didn't stop to come see me?"

"Well, I figured you were busy," I chuckle a bit.

"So, you on your way home? You walkin' all that way?"

"Yeah," I say as if I'm in a hurry. "My mom expected me home two hours ago, so.." I trail off hoping he'll leave me alone.

"Classic Ronnie," he laughs. "Always breakin her mama's rules. C'mon, I'll give you a ride."

"What? You don't have a car, or a liscence!"

"I got my grandpa's truck, and you don't need a liscence to drive backroads. C'mon let me help you out."

I didn't want to seem suspicious, and if I didn't have his brother in my bag I would've been so down for it, so I had to do what I had to do.

"Alright I'll let you take me home."

He runs into the house while I head toward the truck. I hope he doesn't notice the tool box, but I would never be a suspect of that. People break into things all the time over here.

He gets in the drivers seat and I get in the passengers. I put the duffel bag down by my feet and buckle in. He starts moving the truck, getting the engine to turn after the fourth try.

"Did you hear about Jackie?"

I look up at him, confused. "Jackie? Jackie Rodriguez?"

"Yeah. She went missing about a week ago. No trace of her was left, her mom had a whole police team looking for her. They couldn't find her anywhere."

"Damn," I sighed. "That's Crazy. I wonder where she went."

He laughed a bit as he turned a corner. "Beats me, she was such a good kid, never went out with out her moms permission, never did any drugs, never drank, good grades, in a ton of clubs. Like, why would she just up and leave?"

I shrug as I gaze out the window. We're almost to my house.

When we finally reach the stop sign near my house, I tell him to just drop me off there, so my mom doesn't freak when she finds out I was in a truck with him. We say our goodbyes and he speeds off.

I head into the backyard and stuff Drake in the ice box and throw the duffel bag in the closet in the basement. Tonight, I'll grill him up, get him ready for the week ahead.