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Breathless	By : xCookingWinex Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Aiden Views: 1882 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 17

The gun shot sound echoed around his room like someone shouting into an empty cave.
He’d been sleeping in the back room of Jake’s place when he heard it. He’d been so surprised that he’d hit his head hard on the bedside table next to him. After overcoming his bump, he chucked some clothes on and ran down the stairs. Wil saw Jake heading into his room as he approached the stairs.
“Jake,” he called quietly down the hall. “What’s going on?”
“Go downstairs,” he ordered. “I’ll be down soon.”
Wil didn’t argue.
He didn’t know what to expect. Well, maybe a dead body. But he wasn’t ready for what he saw when he entered the living room.
No one will ever be ready.
There, on the dank green carpet, a body lay scrawled out on the floor. Blood and bone lay next to the head. What was left of the head.
“Shit,” Wil whispered, his mouth covering his hand in shock. He walked further into the room and saw JD and Angel standing there, as well as some other guys he didn’t know. Angel looked at him and Wil saw no emotion. JD looked at him and he swore he could see tears in his eyes.
“What happened?” he asked. No one answered. He raised his voice, “What happened?”
“He was caught, Wil,” JD spoke up, finally. “He … he was caught using. At work.”
Wil walked a few more steps, never taking his eyes off the body before him. Before he could stop himself, his brain registered automatically, and even through the blood and torn flesh he could recognise the man lying before him.
“Nick,” he said solemnly. “Wolfe killed Nick?”
“Yeah, man,” Angel spoke this time. “He shot the fucker at point blank range.”
“For being caught using? Fuck, man.”
“He was going to put us all in danger,” Angel said, flicking his cigarette ash onto the floor nonchalantly.
“He didn’t say where he got it from,” JD said, arms crossed over his large chest. “He said that right before Wolfe shot half his fucking brains from his head.”
“Look, pussy boy, if you want to spend the rest of your goddamn useless life rotting in fucking jail, go ahead. I would have shot him myself if I had a fucking gun. He was careless for doing his shit at work.”
“Oh, I guess being shot is what he deserves for trying to make something of himself,” JD replied sarcastically, evidently not as bothered by Angel’s rampage and self-admitted murderous side as Wil was.
“He wasn’t making anything of himself being a coke head, JD.”
“He was doing better than any of us.”
“Matter of opinion.”
“Guys, shut up,” Wil interrupted JD before he could reply. He ran his hands through his hair, “What are we going to do?”
Everyone shared a look but no one spoke up. The worst thoughts were running through his mind.
We’re going to have to get rid of the body. Wolfe’s going to make us cover for him. Shit.
The front door slammed as Wolfe walked into the room.
“Who went out?” A random on one of the couches asked.
“No one.” Wolfe said, walking coolly into the room, “Right, douchebags. What we going to do with my old pal Nick here?”
“We gotta get rid of him.” Angel spoke up. “Get rid of the carpet, too.”
“Thanks, Captain Obvious.” JD sniped. Angel glared icily. Wil thought there might be a fight between them too soon, if JD didn’t stop.
“Hey, cool it,” Wolfe said, still in control. “Wil, JD, Angel … and you,” he pointed to a tall, stocky guy sitting on the floor. “Get rid of him. And the carpet. I want no trace of him ever having been here.”
“Where do we take him?” Wil asked.
“I’m sure you’ll find somewhere.” Wolfe went to Nick’s body and crouched next to it. “Boy, you sure made a mess of my carpet.”
He laughed and stood up, kicking Nick’s foot, “Don’t be too soft with him. C’mon, guys.”
The other men in the room stood up as Wolfe went to leave. Before he did, he turned and delivered a chilling warning.
“I know all of your faces. I know where you all live. I know more about you than you all think I do. If I see one of your ugly faces anywhere near a police station, if I even sense a hint of betrayal … your heads will also be embedded into my living room floor.”

**

“Holy shit, this guy is heavy,” Angel puffed, holding one end of the rolled up carpet.
“Shut up Angel, for fucks sake,” the stocky man who was chosen by Wolfe spoke up. He’d said his name was Frank. “Your whining is going to get us caught.”
For the last half an hour, the four guys had been trying to pull up the carpet from Wolfe’s living room with Nick’s body still in it. They’d eventually managed to pull it up and wrap it around him. No one said anything. It wasn’t something you could make small talk over.
Now they were heading for Frank’s car. Wil was pretty sure no one knew where they were going once they’d got Nick in the car, but they had to think of something.
The carpet fit snugly into the back of Frank’s small car, but the boot didn’t shut easily. They’d grabbed two garden shovels and chucked them in the back too. Frank drove, with Angel in the passenger seat and Wil and JD in the back.
“Where are we going?” JD asked.
“I don’t know. God, I don’t know,” Frank sighed, “This is crazy.”
“There’s the Myrtle Edwards Park?” JD suggested.
Wil quickly whipped his head from looking out of the window to looking at JD. It was too dark for JD to see him, but Wil was glaring so much that he wished looks could kill.
“No,” he said quickly. “Not there.”
“Why?” JD asked, a street light highlighting the naivety in his face.
“Because … just because.”
Because that park means a lot to me. You can’t bury a corpse there when I go there with the only light in my life.
“Got a better idea then?” Frank asked in a quiet voice. Wil could see him sweating.
“Go out of town, there’s a forest out there, right?”
“The one over near Route 23?”
“Yeah, that’s it.”
“I guess we could try there.”
They parked Frank’s car on the edge of the dark forest. No one really came here; it had always been quite deserted. Not the easiest place to get to unless you were determined to get there for something, and by God, they were determined.
The thick brush on the floor made it difficult to walk, let alone carry what they were. It was pitch black, the only light they had came from the moon and a lighter that Angel would light up every so often, mostly to light cigarettes. Again they walked in silence, until they heard no noise from the road, or barely anything else.
“Let’s drop the fucker here, my arms are getting tired,” Angel said, cigarette hanging from his lips. “Fucking Jake making us do his dirty work, I oughta kick his ass.”
“You say that every time,” JD said.
“Yeah well, maybe I mean it this time.”
“You two sound like an old married couple,” Frank sneered, dropping his end of the carpet to the floor. “Shut the fuck up and start digging.”
“You fucking dig,” Angel snapped. “I aint touching that shit.”
“I’m not gonna tell you again,” Frank retorted, his hands clenched into fists.
“Who are you, my fucking mom? Jesus.”
Wil dropped his end of the carpet too, and shouted, “Will you guys just shut up already? Don’t be such jerk offs, once we bury him we can get out of here.”
Angel and Frank mumbled to themselves, and they both picked up the two shovels and began digging.
Wil wondered away from them, taking a cigarette from his pocket that Angel had given him earlier. He sat on a large tree root and pulled his knees close to his chest. It was getting into the early hours, and they were cold. Wil put the cigarette in his mouth, but didn’t light it. He’d looked up and been caught off guard by the moon, how pretty it looked through the trees. How it seemed to be shining down on them, like it was trying to show everyone what they were doing. How it seemed to be condemning them for doing something so evil under such beauty.
Wil heard the crunching of leaves and branches behind him, and then JD came and sat next to him, “Hey.”
He nodded, “Hey. Laurel and Hardy working together then?”
“More likely to kill each other first,” JD laughed, also taking out a cigarette. He could feel JD looking at him. “I know it’s hard, Wil.”
“What? Burying some guy I once almost called friend, or being in some sort of drug ring that I can’t get out of?”
“All of it.”
“Yeah it’s hard. What’s worse is I don’t … I want to be here. Well, not here, but at Jake’s. I want the stupid shit he gives me. I need it.”
“Like I said, I know. I know how it feels … I can’t say it’s going to get easier-”
“You know what’s even worse?” He interrupted, waving his hand at the sky. “I have something in my life more beautiful than that sight right there, and doing this shit is just going to destroy it. Destroying myself is one thing, but sooner or later I’m going to hurt this beauty that I’ve come across, and I don’t want to do that, JD. I’ve never had something like this before, and behind her back, I’m destroying it, I’m ruining it, I’m ruining myself.”
“Who is she?”
“I didn’t say it was a girl.”
“You said ‘behind her back’. I think that means you’re talking about a girl.”
Wil paused a minute. “So you think junkies can’t have girlfriends?”
JD smiled genuinely, “you’ve got a girlfriend huh?”
“Well,” he blushed. “I think so.”
“That’s great, man.”
“Not if she doesn’t know about this, about this side of me.”
“How do you hide it from her?”
“Well … we’ve only just started like, dating … so it’s not too hard right now. She doesn’t even know I’m homeless.”
“I’ve smelt you at your worst, Wil, she must know.” JD nudged him playfully.
Wil rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, if she did, she didn’t say anything.”
“Maybe she’s a keeper then.”
“There’s more than how well she uses her nose that tells me she’s a keeper.”
He stood up and dusted the back of his jeans. Walking back towards the grave, he had a horrible realisation.
I said too much.
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