What now?

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                              (Gore warning (maybe language idk))

       Young Lucas was watching television while waiting for his parents to come home. Suddenly he heard a loud bang, it sounded like it was coming from the kitchen. He waited for a noise, There was only silence so he went to investigate. He had sharply turned the corner leading to the kitchen. After a second it was black, but then he noticed his dad's head on the ground. He lost his breath. What just happened, all the good times. The tears started as he called his mom. No answer, and of course the worst things rushed to his head. "Oh god, oh god, oh god!" Worried about what would happen if he stayed he grabbed his bag and rushed to his bike in the garage. He took a deep breath in and out, worried he wasn't breathing throughout this whole thing. The winter air was cold so it hurt every time he took a sharp breath in. 

       In only a few minutes he found himself scared to knock on the front door of his friend Jack's house. The lights were still on so he was sure someone was home. "Okay, you can do this. You. Can. Do. This." He opened the door.

                                          *Time skip*

       "So, you're not gonna do anything!?" Lucas heard Jack's mom's scared voice screeching down the hallway. "Someone just murdered my friend's kids' father? And your just going to say 'I'll be there tomorrow'?" There was a sudden slam of a solid object hitting a marble counter. I was going to ask her what happened until Jack walked in and mouthed '911'.

       Lucas had to sleep at Jack's that night, but it was more than difficult. Every time he closed his eyes the image came into his head. His father's face was shocked, and there was blood everywhere. Like, it was fresh. 

       When morning came he couldn't move, still stiff as a brick. Later on, Lucas got out of bed to go eat some breakfast. He felt really nauseous to eat. 

       After he finished the bowl of cereal he felt even worse and his belly started to cramp up. Lucas quickly stumbled over to the kitchen sink and started puking. Maybe it was the cereal. 

       His friend rushed over and gave a sly smirk. He took a bottle of deadly poison out of his pocket and teasingly tapped the glass. The sound of tapping made rang in Lucas's ears.

       It then hit Lucas like a punch to the stomach. Jack poisoned his food. "W-Why?" Lucas stuttered. Jack's smile grew bigger. "Well, there was a witness. So I had to eliminate them." "Y- *Barf* You killed my dad?" "I will never tell!" Jack slowly put the bottle of poison back in his pocket and put one finger over Lucas's mouth to keep him quiet. 

       Lucas suddenly fell to the ground. Jack then dragged his body to his backyard. "*Sigh* At least you'll be with your dad" He placed him in the trash can with the other bodies. Jack then remembered what happened when the police came. 

                                                          *flashback* 

       "Well sir, my son's friend Lucas's dad was killed. His head was on the floor in his house. That's what Lucas said at least. I don't think right now would be a good time to ask him questions. He's probably traumatized." 

       The police officers just left after that. 

       I'm surprised they didn't search the house. Well, at least they didn't find the bodies. Hahaha. It's not like they'd be able to tell anyone if they did. Just be some more blood on my hands. 

       *A shaky grin spread across my face, and I started laughing* 

       "*Sigh* Well guess Lucas is in luck," I remarked when tapping the glass bottle found in my pocket. 

                                        *Back to the present time*

       "Now that I'm done I guess I need to throw the evidence away," Jack remarked when he menacingly glared at his pocket. 

                                 *After a while*

       "Where is he?" Jack's mom remarked when she couldn't find Lucas. "Wheres who?" Jack questioned. "I can't find Lucas anywhere, do you know where he is?" "I think he went back home to see his mom" "Guess he forgot to tell me" She shrugged and went back to the kitchen.

       I guess my mom wouldn't care if I went missing. Well, it's not like I would care anyway. She could make a search party. Just, to not find me.

       *Sigh* 


(Word count: 737. If you're here from the YT comment, hello! If your not, IDK how you found me, but hi! Also, I will try and work on this more because I have been barely working on it due to laziness... IM SCARED TO PRESS THE PUBLISH BUTTON!)

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 04, 2021 ⏰

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