Runaways

Finding the mistake.

The door opend only when heather had shoved it. Now it wasent a heavy door, no instead it was simply as Jhon had lived like a pig, suronded by shit and not bothering to do anything about it. This is one of the meny things Heather has learned to live with. When Jhons love traggically passed, Heathers adopted mother,He had grown cold, mean and harsh to anything and everyone. He hadent went to anyone for his griveing and instead it came out at lashing at Heather, if he wasent doing that he was drinking his life away which of course just lead to him been more violent.

Heather opend the door with quite the care, slowly pushing it to the wall then keeping it opend as Max followed in after her.

Heather instintly brought her hands to her nose leading the door to slowly close. She felt disgusted, grossed out by such scent as this! She was used to smelling quite displeasing things but this smell, well it topped all the other grossness she had incounted so far. Heather could feel herself want to barth from such scent but, she wasent going to do such thing, persideds she dident want to as it would just make it worse.

She glanced to Max who had brought his sleve over his nose his face squinted as if he was trying everything to block it out.

After seeing she wasent the only one been able to smell it she took her hand away and instead decided to start following the sicking scent. Going into the living room, then up the stairs then scent had only started to reveal what it was. It was the smell of the death,decay, something rotting away. As the two started to head up the wooden stairs there shoes cliking of the surface the putrik smell had increased and to there shock adventurly gave way to what it was.

Jhon, he laid cold, unmoving on the blooded wooden flooring. His skin was pale and his eyes where of a greying blue. He was laid om his stomach, his hands sprayled out and his pants down by his ankles. The true horror however was found on his back, stab wounds, nothing but stab wounds could be seen.

Heather had frozen to the spot staring down to the man who she had feard all her life. Strangly she dident feel as to celabrate with his death in her hands she would have to face the punishments for it, right? To serve time in a small frozen cell. Maybe she dident have to, maybe she can get away with it if...

Her thoughts where rather abruptly stopped as Max had finaly seen the corpse, a lould, almost girlish, scream was followed by him rushing off to what he thought was the bathroom, close behindthis was the familour sound of vomiting.

Heather had only glanced to him rushing away before her attention was back onto the corspe. Her mind started wondering of all the outcomes this will bring, maybe the govement will underside her side of the story and let her off, maybe she will be given to a new family or, perhaps she will get away and kill again, maybe even become the phycopath her freinds had oftern joked she was.

Heather had finaly stopped looking and instead headed to Max. She walked throught the open white door to see her friend sat by the tolite, eyes widend and his mouth coverd with his left hand, the other hand was wrapped around the tolite it shaken a little. His vision darted to her, taking a few deep breaths before moving his hand he had started to talk.

"s-so, you did kill him, renember why?"

Heather rolled her eyes as her arms wrapped around her frame, she had already guessed he was going to ask her quite a lot of questions as well he always did, she just never thought he would start them at the scean of her mistake. To answer him she just shook her head.

"Was anyone else here? think they would of called the cops?" was his next question.

"no, it was just me and him and dont you think the pigs would be here by now if they where rang? fucking idiot" Heather mutterd the last part her vision turning back outside the room to Jhon.