Bloodstained Bathtubs and an Absence of Death (Frerard)

17 - It's Not What It Looks Like

After a brief couple of days healing in bed at home, I decided I couldn't waste any more time with finishing cleaning up the rest of the murder. I planned to dispose of the bodies at night and give the scene of the murders one final once-over before declaring it a success. Unfortunately though, it was still midday, and I was going to have to wait around the house longer before I could take off to finish my work.

Despite me being annoyed by the many hours of daylight, at least someone was happy I got to spend the whole day at home again. Frank had actually been pleasant to be around for the past few days, and had done an excellent job of taking care of me. Thankfully, I hadn't sustained anything more serious than a concussion and some nasty bruises from the incident, but Frank still acted like my very own nurse with benefits. He made me meals, cuddled me, and kissed my sore spots. I wasn't used to this much personal care and attention, but I found myself enjoying it a great deal. 

After lunch time, Ray announced that he would be heading out for a few days. He planned to visit his family due to some emergency at home, so it would just be the three of us holding down the fort for a while. Ray was probably the least annoying to me out of the group, so I was a little disappointed to see him go. Although, one less person to have to socialize with was fine by me. 

Thankfully, because of my "bar fight" injuries, Mikey had gotten over any grudges he may have still been holding against me and treated me kindly. He also tried to contribute in taking care of me, and as if it was some sort of rare occurrence, I started appreciating him being around again.

Things were just doing too well. I found myself feeling happier than normal. Frank knew about my little hobby and even helped me kill someone, and Mikey wasn't being as annoying and persistent about me getting out of my room and trying to enjoy life more. Everything was oddly perfect.

In the evening, I could barely stand to wait any longer to deal with the rotting corpses of Brendon and Ryan. They needed to be taken out of my trunk and disposed of far away from me. I imagine by now they were starting to smell horribly of decay, and I didn't want to risk anyone walking by and catching a drift of the scent. Not only that, but I was paranoid that Frank couldn't possibly have done as well of a job as he claimed he had with cleaning up the remainder of the scene. I had to be sure of it for myself... and soon. 

Finally, when the sun was just beginning to set, I decided to gather up some supplies and head out. After carefully packing my things into my car without Mikey noticing, I went to find Frank and see what he was up to. Surely he'd want to come along with me, and I could easily just lie to Mikey that we'd be going out on another date. Burying dead bodies would make for a fucked up outing of course, so I'd be sure to leave that small detail out and simply say we were going out for dinner. 

Approaching my bedroom, the door was slightly ajar and I heard quiet singing from the other side. It had to have been coming from Frank.

"But mama I'm in love with a criminal..." I faintly heard him sing. What the fuck...?

I shook my head and debated on whether it was worth it to drag him along.

Opening the door, I caught him mid sentence, "All reason aside I just can't deny, love the- GERARD?! You should've knocked!!"

"Murderers don't knock... or in your case 'criminals'. What were you singing anyway?" I asked him, standing beside him to button up my dress shirt neatly in front of the mirror.

"You don't know Britney Sp- uh, it's okay, it's a stupid song anyway," he trailed off as his face turned red from embarrassment.

"Well regardless," I turned towards him, "I came in here to ask you if you'd like to tag along with me tonight. I'll be permanently getting rid of the... problems."