Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Secrets 6


                 “Just take care of Martin, I’m be back in a few minutes,” I said when Will wouldn’t nod or let me go. He sighed and took Martin by the arm and led him to the kitchen. Without a word, I walked out of the house with him.
                “You saw what happened when that boy got too close to someone, he tried to tell them. Even if it happened to be you. I still had to get rid of him. You know the same thing will happen to you if you tell anyone,” the man said as he led me towards the woods.
                “I could have gotten him to keep him mouth shut,” I insisted.
                “I did, permanently,” he smiled. “Do remember, you wanted him gone.”
                “Don’t try and turn this me. I said I wanted him to stop bugging me. His blood is on your hands, not mine.” I snapped.
                “And now he will stop bugging you. His blood is on your hands, literally. Metaphorically, I suppose it is my fault.”
                “Damn straight it is your fault,” I nodded.
                “I suggest you should wash your hands, babe,” he smiled.
                “Are we done here? I’m tired.” I sighed.
                “Sweet dreams Chloe,” he said.
                “Oh, and back off the party. You’re scaring everyone,” I said as I walked away.
                “Okay,” he called. I went back into the house and everyone stared at me.
                “Sup,” I said awkwardly. The music came back on and I slipped back into the kitchen. Will and Martin were in there throwing ice at each other. “This stuff next ends well,” I sighed. “The good part is, if you get hit we can just say put some ice on it and laugh.” I said and they stopped.
                “What do you mean it doesn’t end well?” Martin asked.
                “First it like, ‘we’re just throwing ice at each other’ then after a little you’re making out against the fridge,” I explained. They both just stared at me. “It happens!”

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