Gone (Pentagon Fanfic)

I need to fin some tissue to wipe my hands with. I wouldn't be surprised if the police actually find me.

I walk into the cabin and everywhere is damp. Nothing seems dry and a weird smell consumes my senses causing me to hold my nose.

"Yo" is shout as i walk around to try and find the kitchen "your door is open you might want to fix that"

I finally find the kitchen and see some tissue on the counter. I quickly grab it and start trying to take the blood off.
I walk over to the sink and wash my hands.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU" a voice shouts from behind me. I don't even bother turning around as I ignore him and carry on taking the blood off my hands.

I feel something poke my back.

I furrow my eye brows and turn around to face a guy with black hair "don't fucking touch me you peice of shit"

"Your in my house I can touch you all I want"

"Ok don't say it like that" I say rolling my eyes "you sound like a pervert"

"W..I..I didn't mean it like that" he stutters making me laugh "just get out"

"Why should I"

"Because your not suppose to be here"

"And yet I am" I sigh as I turn around to face him "I'm staying here a night"

I need to stay somewhere , where the police won't suspect me.