BEING HALSEY

CHAPTER 72

TWO DAYS EARLIER....

It took close to two hours but the door finally opened. Khloe steps out wearing a tight red skirt and a denim jacket hanging from her shoulder, her blonde hair all messed up.

Dave steps out, shirtless and in jeans, with a beer in hand. Khloe spins around and press herself up against him. She gives him a lingering kiss as Dave's hand snakes down on her back and onto her skirt.

Khloe later turns and continue down the steps, a little wobbly to her car.

" Tommorow?" She says turning back and points Dave.

" Tasty," Daves says and lick his lips after taking a swig of his beer.

They both giggle.

Khloe stumbles to her car and waves as she drives away. After a short while, when Dave was sure she wasn't coming back, he picks up the dirty shovel and walks hurriedly to his backyard.

After a few digs, he picks the black satchel bag next to him and carefully close it tight. He drops the satchel inside the ditch and starts filling up the hole with clay.

He smooths things out as best as he can, when he's finished and smiles.

" We're even now," He says to himself, leaning on the shovel.

He stares at the fresh clay and spits.

He stands and walk back inside, the shovel lying on the ground.

No one will ever suspect he killed Reck!

NO ONE!

***

" Dave, you didn't have to."

Dave places the fries and ice tea on the small white table.

" I figured you'd want something tasty." He says and sits next to me.

It's strange how Dave showed up after all this time and offered to donate his blood to Tray. It doesn't make sense how he could do something so generous like that.

Bad blood runs between both of them so it's weird why he's helping him.

And what's more weird is that they both share the same blood group.

" How's he doing?"

" Fine I guess, he's stable for now." I reply and sip the ice tea.

Dave sighs, " He'll be fine... He's clearly a fighter."

I smile at his words.

" I've been hearing rumors, Tray's friend...Ummm...Reck? Is that his name?"

" Mm," I nod.

" He was shot?"

" Yea, so sad. I never knew the guy well but he was cool."

I dip the hot salty fries in my watery mouth and moan.

" I missed this," I say in between my chewing and staff more inside.

" Have you heard anything? like from the police or a suspect?"

" No, why? What's with all these questions?"

Dave rubs his hands on his trousers and nervously smile.

" Just curious." He says and looks at his phone.

" He's being buried next week, you should come."

He stands so quick at the word "Burial."

" I don't....I'll be out of town next week, I won't make it." He says and rakes his hand through his hair.

He's even sweating!

" Oh, okay."

Our eyes lock and for a second there I think he wants to tell me something.

" I should go," He walks towards the door and turns his head,

" I'm glad he's making you happy."

He looks at Tray.

" I'll see you later,"

He says and closes the door behind him.

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* I intentionally didn't write the part where Dave showed up and offered to help "Our dying Tray" so that you guys can create that picture.( I'm engaging all of you in my story, I hope that's fine with y'all)🙂*

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