The Call

Panic

Becky and Holdens only child lie in front of their eyes.

Becky crawls frantically over to Harley's body and picks her up carefully in her arms and shakes her.

"Harley! You are ok! Harley just wake up!" She pleads, blood soaking through her clothes.

Holden stands there paralyzed, starring at the scene and thinking.

He would go to jail. Everyone would think he pushed Harley.

Holden snaps to attention and rushes over to Becky.

"We have to get rid of the body."

This makes Becky cry even harder.

"She's not dead! Our baby girl is NOT dead!" she wails rocking back and forth with Harleys limp body.

"Becky. She is gone. We can try again. But we have to get rid of the body. If you call this in, the neighbors will get the cops involved. They will throw us in jail for murder..." his voice trailed off.

"MURDER? WE? I'M not the one who yanked her arm!"

"I didn't... Sweetie...come on...it will be ok, I promise." Holden knelt down beside Becky and tilted her head up towards his.

"Let me take care of it." He says.

Becky's eyes were swollen with tears.

She went limp releasing Harley's body which rolled to the floor.

Holden helped her to her feet.

"You have to get undressed and give me everything that has her blood on it."

He watched as she stripped down into her bare skin in front of his eyes.

"Go take a shower, by the time you get back....I will have this taken care of."

Becky turned and zombie walked to their room without a sound.

Holden looked down at Harley's body now face first on the carpet exposing big bloody mess of her head.

He had to get rid of the body without making the neighbors suspicious, so he walked into their bedroom and grabbed their biggest luggage bag and a couple sheets and took them back into the living room.

Without hesitation, he rolled Harley's body up in the sheets and maneuvered her inside the suitcase.

Perfect fit.

He zipped the bag up and carried it outside and threw it in the back of his car.

Holden slammed the car door shut and turned around facing the house.

His eyes filled with tears as he starred at the big ugly bounce house.

The happy memories of his daughters laughter and Becky's smile overwhelmed him emotionally.

A annoying voice pierces through his memory like a knife.

"Hey neighbor! Everything ok with the Miss's? I heard some yelling...and now..."

Frank the one neighbor that is the nosiest stands in the front lawn pointing toward the car.

Holden played it cool.

"Everything is fine Frank. I just have a...er.. long distance meeting in the morning. Hints the suitcase. Go back inside. There is nothing to see here." Holden explains.

Frank looks at him in a little suspicion but quickly nods and says his regards.

Holden wiped away his beaded sweat off his forehead.

There was no use trying to dump the body tonight without raising suspicion so Holden walks back inside.

Becky is sitting on the couch starring at the blood on the carpet.

She hears him walk into the house and says, "We have to make it look like she was kidnapped right out of her bed." There was a long pause and a couple sniffles later, "I will make the call to the police early like 3 in the morning."

Holden quietly walked behind her and put his hands on her shoulders and sighed.

"Alright."