Being at Emmetts house without him there was weird. It felt as if an eerie shadow fell over the front door.
Okay, Brandon said before we went in. We only take pictures, dont touch anything that you think could be evidence.
So, the whole room? Alex said.
Exactly, Brandon said as he opened the door.
We looked around for a good half an hour being as careful as possible. Alex and Brandon each had a single purple kitchen glove on their hands, shuffling things around and taking pictures of notes and other things like that.
Hey guys, I said looking at something I never wouldve imagined Emmett to possess. Glove me. I held out my hand then felt rubber slap onto it.
I pulled out a condom loosely tied at the top, filled with weed.
Well would you look at that, Brandon said in disbelief.
I thought- I said cutting myself off only to hear Alex talking.
He didnt. He said confused, One time I offered him some and he told me if he wanted to swim for Minnesota he wouldnt take it, Alex shook his head.
Well, I guess now we know how he always was able to power through coachs paddle and sprint sets, Brandon said, his joke missing its landing.
In a condom? Alex asked no one in particular. Come on man.
We should leave it right? I asked, slowly putting it back where it was.
Yeah, you dont want to get caught with it, and we dont want it if it was in a condom, Brandon said picking up the shirt it was originally under.
I think its time to go, Brandon said covering our findings and closing the drawer.
After that we head towards the front door, but Emmetts mother stopped me before I left.
Im sorry to be asking you this, but could you please ask Emma to respond to my calls? I know its hard for her too, but I think having her help with everything would be good for her, she said lightly touching my arm.
Of course Mrs. Matthews. Ill make sure to let her know you said that, I said giving her a small smile.
Thank you dear, take care, She said. You know, she added, It was nice to hear you three in his room again, felt almost normal, she sighed.
I wish it was, I said faintly. Have a good night Mrs. Matthews. Then I left.
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The Blood-Stained River
Short StoryIt was spring break, what did you expect? What did anyone expect? Surely not a murder. Not of someone you know, anyway. Not someone who you see everyday in the halls. Not in a town like St. Croix, Wisconsin. A population of 2,133 people. Now it's a...
