Runaways

What to do now.

The blond haired man could do nothing but stare to his friend. She had killed John, her farther, well not really. Heather was adopted as a child from John and his loving wife. But like milk over time the connection this family made had spoiled and John and heather where no longer seeing eye to eye.

This is all He new, of his closet friend, that Johns wife had passed and he had seemingly got violent with Heather over well who knows how long. At first He didn't notice much. it wasen't into Heather was practically drowning in makeup did he ask if she was okay. But now, she dident have any on, now he new the truth, John had been abusing her.

She had the right to kill him, right? well not kill but maybe hurt? He coudent get his head around it, it made no seance to him, why dident she just tell him what he must of been doing? why did it have to end with someone dying, did she not trust him?

He stood up in total confusment, he wanted to ask why. He wanted to ask a lot but, he coudent, it was as if his tongue had been cut out.

Heather was practically the same, she just sat there, hugging into herself staring to the blankness of the shed.

The man, max had taken a few deep breaths, trying to adjust to the new found information. Taking one more big breath he sat back down and finally started question the blood stained girl.

"are you sure you killed him?" He asked quite softly but of course Heather had only bitten back.

"Well how else do you explain the blood idiot!"

"well, i dont know, it just seems, odd you know?" He had replied. Her snappiness had never bothered Max he had just sorta gotten use to it by now.

"I killed him okay, theres no over way around it" Heather had carried on before she started staring to her red hands. The blood was dry and clumpt together making it a darker contrast then the other parts. "it has to be him, i remember...bits of it, seeing his face...the blood" Heather muttered out taking her glance from her hands to max.

Max had oped his bag and started pulling out some baby wipes he had went to the store to get alongside a few others things which may become useful in the near future. He handed them to Heather.

"Before we do anythig about this you should try clean up, at least get the visible parts off, we can then go to mine, you can get a shower." Max had ever so calmly spoke, his voice a little shaken.

Heather hadent agureged or mocked him for once and just did as he said, she grabbed out a few babywipe and stared cleaning the blood of her hands then her arms. With this she then pulled her favourite jacket on, it was a checky white jacket with randoms colours patternd around here and there.

In the mean time as Heather started to clean her face max started cleaning up the shed.

The shed was somewhere they always went to hide from sociaty. It was just an old abonded wooden shed they found within a middle of a forrest by a park. Inside they had decked it out with a few bean bags, blankets on the floor to lay on, blankets ontop with pillows to make makeshift beds. A broken table top, its legs ripted of for a fire, which they hord there belongs on as well as keeping them in the boxes within the corners of the rooms. To finish it off they had some notes around the walls to make it feel a bit more homely, these notes where wrote themselves or from there friends in which they bring over to get high with, you know the usural.

Max placed the bong away within a box, something Heather had desprety been trying to use the night before. He sorted out the messed up blankets and placed the pillow back where he got it from.

"max, instead of going to yours can we go to my house, i need to see what i have done" Heather had spoke as she slowly started to stand up, she stretched her arms and back before heading to the wooden door, of course she was going to go and check the crime scean anyway, what she said was a more off, telling max what she was going to do.

Knowing fine well he wasent going to get her to do the safer opsion he just followed her quickly getting to her side and pulling her hood up in hope off keeping the blood still staining her hidden. As well as that it seemed to be a good way to hide all her brusis. He still coudent fully understand why she dident tell him about what Jhon had been doing the past few years, it just filled him with pain to see how little she seemed to trust him.