"Why did you do that? Huh?!" I asked, with tears dripping down my eyes. "You just killed someone, uncle! You murdered him!"

"Keep quiet, Syl!" He demanded. "Just shit up, lemme think!"

I wiped out my tears with a sniffle.
"Not this time?" I looked at Noah's body lying in the pool of blood. "What would you do? Call the police! Tell the neighborhood?!"

"No, Syl! We aren't going to invite anyone in here, okay?! So shut the fuck up! And let me think!"

"You just murdered my headmaster's son and you think I should keep quiet about this?!" I asked quietly and swallowed

He grabbed my neck to the wall, strangling me with his strong hands, wrapped around my neck, fullfist. I tried to pull out of his grip and gave him hateful kicks but he didn't let go.

Collins moved closer to me till I could fell his hot smokey breath against my skin. I closed my eyes and looked away in terror of having him so close, again.

"You would kill us both if the police gets to know! What do you expect me to tell them?! You want to see me in chains again, right?! You want to go back to Ben again, huh?! It's as if you love him so much, you just want to see me leave!" He paused and widened his eyes at mine. "We would never tell anyone about this, got it?!"

I tried to reply him but my words ended up as guttural coughs. Letting go of his hand, I dropped down and fell off the stand in a lowered cry of pain. My red, boiling eyes raised at him and
nodded in panic. "Got it."

"Good," An evil smirk settled on his lips and rushed into his room, as if he had a medicine that would bring Noah back to life.

I knelt down behind the cold body and closed his large grey eyes that were still opened. Too bad, it would be the last time I'd ever see his pretty face. Another year rolled out of my eyes, then I heard the loud footsteps thud behind me. I turned to the direction and caught Collins holding a big, transparent leather, as thick as a carpet. It's the first time something like this is happening and I had no idea what my uncle intended to do. I just held into Noah, shedding more tears.

That stupid romance is over, Syl! Grab his head and let's pack his body out of here before his blood begins to smell.

I looked up at him, and for once in my entire life, my heart was filled up with nothing but hatred. Without saying any word, I did as he ordered, grabbling the head of Noah's body while he held his legs. Placing him on the edge of the transparent polyethylene leather, Collins rolled his body and Noah was covered from head to toe.

"Now, let's carry him into the old truck in the garage!"

"Truck?" I raised an eyebrow at his order. "What do you plan to do with his body?"

"You don't have a say here, okay? Just shut up and do what I ask of you!"
Instead, I grabbed the gun he'd earlier placed on the table and pointed the gun at him.

What are you doing, Syl! You don't know how to use a gun.

I'm going to end it all today, uncle! I'd kill you and leave this town you brought me to.

"Stop the drama now, okay? If you shoot me, you'd be blamed for not only mine, but your boyfriend's death!

"He's not my boyfriend!"

"Really?" He chuckled softly and deepened his hand into his pocket. without hesitation, I pulled the trigger but he missed.

"Come on, Syl! There's no need hiding his identity. With the way he looked at you and you looked at him- You never look at anyone that way and isn't it obvious?" He pointed his phone at me and I saw the picture. It was of Noah and I hugging in oxygen club. And then kissing.

Numbness struck me hard on the face, I couldn't speak. Scared to death, my lips trembled in the sudden convulsion that took over me.

"So how long have you been going out with this guy? Is he better in bed than I am? I'm sure you spent the night with him last week. What secrets are you hiding? Is there anything else you want to tell me?" He wore a suspicious look at me and stepped further.

"Since you know, what would you do about it?"

He replied me with a smile as If what I just said was funny.

Hating the situation and knowing he'd killed Noah out of jealousy, I pointed the gun to my head. His smile dropped right away, as if it meant something. As if I meant something to him.

"Don't take rash decisions, Syl!" There was gentleness in his voice. "You're still useful to me."

"I hate you so much, but you made me hate myself so much, uncle. I can't live in such terror you're putting me through. I can't go through any of these again. I can't cover up your mistakes so, I hope this quenches your bloodlust!"

"No, don't shoot, please!" He begged. I senses the anxiety in his shaky words and wondered why he seemed to care. When he actually cared less about me. Watching me die should be a pleasure.

My eyes that were red and swollen, ached me from within. I could feel the hotness of my own breath. I just closed my eyes shut, making more tears flow out if my heavy eyelids. Next pulled the trigger and the cracky sound of it brought me back to reality.

'Trkk!'

Waiting for the the explosive sound of death, everything went cold silent instead.

'Trrkkk! Trrrrkkkk!!'

I clicked on the gun's trigger again and it was the same fate.

Opening my eyes to the sound of silence, Collins kicked my hand and the gun dropped down. He kicked it away, from my reach and slapped my face against the wall.

"Come here, whore!" He digged his fingers like claws, into my hair and pushed me violently against the wall.

I groaned out in pain, the tightness in my muscles was long tearing. All I wanted to do was to scream. But I had lost the strength to even cry. Still struggling with the commotion that lasted for almost two hours now, my whole body trembled to his grip.

"If I want to kill you, I'd have done that long ago a long time, Syl! You have no idea about what I am and capable of!" He gritted his teeth and turned away from my face briefly. "I hate to treat you bad like this but make me do it. Just like your parents, you all made me do all of these!"

Leaving me, I couldn't help it. I broke down into gut-wrenching sobs that tore through my chest while Collins walking to the body. He pulled the body away from the thick, red bloodstains. Lifting the body with so much difficulty, Collins managed to place it over his shoulders and walked to the garage.

Pained to the bones, I followed Collins to see what was happening, because I know fully well. My uncle has no car
Except for an old vehicle that had spoilt in the last eight years. He haven't used it since my parent's death. Everything in it was dirty, Rusty and dusty.

Just then, he turned back at me. "Don't just stand there, Syl! Help me open the boot." He threw the keys at me and I picked it up. Opening the car, he placed the body inside it and it sed the boot, abruptly.

"What are you going to do now, uncle? Is this even working?"

He didn't reply me. Instead, he jerked off the old car keys from my hand and opened the side door. There were cobwebs, hanging from every corner of it and mud of dust, seated on every surface. Instead of cleaning it, he sat down abruptly and plugged in the keys. Kicking it's gears with the hope that it would work but every kick he gave, faded the next second.

Frustrated, Collins jammed the door and the door handle fell off.
Fuck!" He threw it away and anger and stormed inside the house.

Meanwhile, I noticed the four tyres were flat. I don't know how he plans to clean up this mess but, I hope I won't get caught up with this. My eyes searched around while I studies the environment. It was grave silent but somehow, I felt someone was watching.

'Or perhaps, what if someone is watching?' I looked down to my hands that were already stained with sticky bloodstains. Tired of the sight of blood, I and stepped in and banged the door shut so that no one would unexpectedly show up with another surprise visit.

"...Okay, I'd come right away to pick it up."
Collins wiped his black hair backwards and turned back at me before ended the call.

"Who was that you just spoke to?"

"Benjamin Talker. He's going to lend us a car, Syl! We need to bury the body tonight."

"What?!" I freaked out. "We?"

"Yes, me and you, Syl! Get the plastic gloves and a bucket of water and clean up this mess! Before somebody finds out!" He ordered in a rush, took off his stained white shirt and put on another. "I'd be back within 30 minutes. Till then, don't open the door for anyone!"

I put on a pair of green rubber gloves and started the cleaning while Collins rushed out through the door. I locked door and continued the cleaning. The rags soaked in Noah's blood. I lifted the thick red rug to the the backyard for thorough scrubbing.

Cleaning the empty gun and then, every single place that Noah might have touched, so there are no fingerprints. While cleaning, a loud grumbling sound came from my stomach and just then, I realised that, it was already afternoon. It's been an hour since Collins left, I just hope all is well.

After this, I walked to the kitchen and make some noodles. Throughout, I couldn't help but to imagine the noodles as mobs wiping the blood. E
Sprinkling spice and some ingredients into it, I waited patiently for it to boil before pouring it into a flat ceramic plate.

About to take my first spoon, I felt a tingling sensation growing inside of me.

'Knock! Knock!! Knock!!!'

I jolted away in total shock and the plate of noodle slide down and shattered into a thousand pieces. A sudden coldness hit me at the core as t I faced the door. My eyes water to the thought of, 'What if it were the police or Noah's parents. What if they find out somehow that their son just died? What if I get arrested and Collins abandons me in prison just to die? Who would believe my story?'

'Knock! Knock!! Knock!!!'

The hits sounded louder and more aggressive than the first. I swallowed hard on my dried throat and summoned all the courage left in me. Talking slow footsteps till I got to the door, confused. Terrified, filled with dreads.

"Who is it?" I asked before opening but the only thing that replied me was the ghosty silent that took over.

With fear, as if being electrocuted. My heart raced a thousand times per second, I felt the heat burning through me.

My shaky hands reached the door knob and I managed to unlock the door and pull it open.

It was Collins, looking at me, startled with uneasiness.

I let out a soft shivering sigh of relief. Breathing heavily with my mouth, partly open.

"What took you so long to open up?!" He hissed and rushed his way in, leaving me to lock the door.

I gazed outside and saw a hatchback Toyota car packed up in front of our house.

Just then, I realized that my hands were bleeding again. This time, it wasn't Noah's blood, but mine. It must be from the broken ceramic plate, right?