Gerard clasped his hand over his mouth and cried, muffling his astonishment. Mikey’s jaw dropped, “G-Gerard, what did you do?” I walked over not being affected by the blood. I kneeled down and grabbed his wrist, trying to feel for a pulse. He was dead. I can hear Gerard weeping and it made me cringe. His tears shedding made me upset. I walked over and reeled his body close to mine, “Don’t worry, we’re going to make this go away.”

Gerard cried, “H-how?”

Mikey blurted, “We need to call the cops-”

“No one is calling anyone.” I shouted, making Mikey cower. I glared at him before softly whispering to Gerard, “You’re not going to prison. You’re not. I’ll make sure of that .. I’m going to take care of you, baby.” I can feel his body tremble in my arms. He whispered back, “If you help me, I’ll be yours.”

He was scared enough to make the bargain with me. I was smart enough to know that once I did help him, he was going to take it back. I’ll be sure he doesn’t. Once I get rid of the evidence as if Nixon never existed, Gerard will be mine. He’ll obey me, cherish me, and love me just as I do with him. His body slipped from my arms and I stared at Mikey, “Get a rug.”

“W-why-”

“Just do it.” I shouted, making him abruptly shoot up from the couch and run out of sight. I can hear him rummage through a closet. My eyes looked to Gerard who was wiping his tears away, “What are you planning?” I didn’t reply. I kept my distance from him until Mikey came out with an old rug. I dragged Nixon’s body onto the rug and grabbed his car keys from inside his jacket. Something about wrapping up a body, putting it into a trunk, and driving away made me have a purpose. On the road, I can still hear Gerard’s cries. I can still hear the crack of Nixon’s head when he fell. It was odd, but I felt nothing. There was no remorse or hesitation because I was doing this for someone I loved. I’m doing this because I owe him. While he and Mikey are cleaning up the scene back at the house an hour away, I’m taking the body out of the trunk and rolling the body into the isolated river far from town. I picked up large rocks and threw them onto Nixon’s cold chest so the body sunk deep below.

As for the rug and car, I burned them. I stayed there until the rug was nothing but ash and Nixon's car was consumed by flames. I stayed there longer than I wanted to, but I managed to catch a bus after a short period of walking. I was heading back into town where Gerard was. Where Gerard could hold me and tell me, "Thank you."

Notes

xo