Bloodstained Bathtubs and an Absence of Death (Frerard)

9 - Where Did the Party Go?

Quickly, I rushed back to the bedroom to try to escape with Frank, but it was too late. Two policemen walked into the room moments after, taking a careful look around. I stood petrified on one side of the room, hoping they wouldn't suspect anything. I had never had an encounter with authorities before, so I had no idea what to expect. What if they just took one good look at me and deemed me a murderer?

Frank on the other hand was slumping against the wall, trying his best to not fall face first on the hardwood below him. He didn't seem all too concerned about the sudden presence of the police.

The shorter, chubbier policeman with long sideburns lining his face spoke up first, "Hello there, sir," he said to me. "Any underage drinking or illegal drugs up here?" he asked half-jokingly.

"No, no, none of that..." I replied, trying to keep calm.

From the other side of the room, Frank added, "No officers, we're all good. Gerard was just making a burrito with lots of ketchup". I shot him a death stare trying to make him stop talking, out of the fear that he would mention the murder, but he was far too intoxicated to notice. He just began to laugh hysterically at his own comment.

The policemen stared at him with confusion for a moment, before the other one of the two, who had straightened black hair and a bit of eyeliner on, walked over to him. "Looks like you've had quite a lot to drink, huh?"

Frank just started laughing even more and nodded his head.

"Make sure this guy doesn't do any driving tonight," the policeman told me, pointing his finger accusingly, making me jump a bit.

Suddenly, one of the policemen's radio went off, "Officer Stump, Officer Wentz, we found something down here that you might want to come take a look at".

I froze. Had they somehow managed to find Bob's body that I had dumped out the window just minutes prior? I saw it fall deep into the bushes. Surely, they couldn't have found it that fast... Either way, I needed to get far away from this house and all the authorities before they discovered what I had done.

"Well, see you guys around," Officer Stump announced. "Have fun with... whatever it was you were doing". Pointing with his eyes, he looked at my shirtless torso, then Frank, before turning to leave.

On their way out, Officer Wentz added to Stump, "Damn, this whole place reeks of bleach. The owner must be a real clean freak".

And with that, Frank and I were left alone in the bedroom once again. We were safe. For now...

"They probably thought we were gonna have sex," Frank stated out of the blue, giggling as he slid his back along the wall to the floor.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance, "Come on, we've got to get out of here". After grabbing one of Bob's shirts that he surely wouldn't be needing anymore, I pulled Frank back up to his feet, and led him downstairs.

The first floor of the house was much emptier and calmer than it was when we had arrived to the party, which kept my sanity at bay. A few people were rushing to grab their things and bolting out the door, but other than that, most of them seemed to have already left. In another room, I faintly heard the rest of the policemen interrogating people. I sure as hell didn't want to be associated with any of that.

So, I quickly continued to lead Frank out the door and to the side of the house. After searching around the bushes, I finally managed to find the one that I had tossed Bob's corpse into and slung the rug that it was wrapped in over my shoulder.

Frank followed slowly behind me as I walked to the car, but didn't question anything I was doing until I began stuffing the corpse-filled rug into the trunk of my car.