v. blood under her nails
lmfaoaoaoao as someone who loves dogs so much this hurt to write TT^TT
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"Frankie, what happened?"
That night, Frankie and I sat together on top of their couch after I treated her wounds. I wasn't sure what I was expecting really, and with her reddening eyes and nose she said that her mother was angry because she was pregnant.
My stomach felt sick when she said that. "By Seth?"
She said yes, and for a moment I was so shocked I couldn't speak.
I almost forgot I was talking to the same Frankie whose smile was so beautiful it had always caught me off guard; she was no longer the same. Sure, she looked different with her wounded eye and the bleeding nose but something else had changed aside from her face . . . it's as if she was dying little by little, with no hope of even fighting, with the flickers of faith in her eyes all dead and withered . . . but I'm not quite sure. She looked like a corpse.
"I'm sorry, Rowan," she said, her voice shaking, sad, empty. I blinked. I reached for her hand.
"How long have you been pregnant?"
"I-I don't know. I just found out today."
"What did Seth say?" I asked. "Is he gonna take care of it -- I mean, your child?"
Her eyes sparkled with tears again. My mouth opened, then closed. I haven't seen Frankie cry that much in my life -- I was only gone for a couple of months and seeing her again was like seeing a whole different Frankie. Was it my fault? I thought about it and I thought that there is no way. This is because of Seth.
"I haven't seen him in a month. I heard he left the town."
I thought I was feeling sick, but there was only a spinning sensation at the pit of my gut that time because I was so happy. I thought that my plans have succeeded -- sure there were a few faults that happened but the end game I wanted which was for Seth to leave Frankie was a success. That time, I was the only person Frankie had.
I thought that I would be able to take her away then.
"Frankie, I will help you keep your child, it's fine, I'm sure Mom would help us."
I thought she was gonna be pleased, but I was taken aback when I looked at her eyes, and there was blankness in them -- like her life would be going nowhere from there, and maybe . . . well, she was right. I wish I'd kept her from thinking that way, though.
"Frankie . . ."
She breathed in. She looked at me and said, "I need to be alone for a while."
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Frankie loves horror movies. I don't. I prefer light hearted movies, those I can laugh at; Frankie thinks that's a little childish of me, but that's fine. All the horror movies she'd ever watched had become of use though when Frankie and I decided that we should dispose of her mother's corpse.
"We should . . . bury her, Rowan."
"Bury?" I said, my brows furrowed. I thought about how that would be too much work. "Frankie, we can just throw it off the bridge."
She sighed exasperatedly. "Please stop referring to my mother as "it"."
"Sorry."
"The bridge is too far from here," she said. Frankie was still trembling, and it was beginning to irritate me. Why can't she calm down? She was sitting on the couch, her knees jumping, her hands crossed together. "Plus there would be cars and people might see us--"
"Fine, we'd bury it then. Where--"
"She's not an "it"!"
I paused. When I looked at her face again she looked so scary that I thought about going home, but that would be too mean so I just looked away.
I sighed. "Why are you so angry?"
"Because you are way too calm about this!" Frankie said, sobbing once more. I thought back then that I had to be understanding because she might still be in shock, like other characters in movies after seeing a dead person. Frankie continued on. "You just murdered my Mom, you should at least be freaking out! What are you, a psychopath?"
Honestly, I was hurt, but I let that pass. "Frankie . . . if no one between us is calm, we might just mess things up." I sighed for the nth time and thought of other things to say that might comfort her. I knelt in front of her and touched her knees. "I'm trying to be calm for you because I understand you are upset and I swear I'm gonna make up for what I've done . . . but this is not the time, Frankie, to be panicking. We have to get this done before dawn or this will be harder to deal with."
Frankie slowly stops crying then, and she nodded, mumbled a somewhat shy apology while wiping her eyes.
"Now . . . where should we bury your mother?"
"I-I think we should clean up first," she said while looking around.
Frankie and I then walked upstairs but when we saw how dirty the room was, how there was so much blood and how it would take hours for us to clean everything up, she just cried and said, "maybe it would be better if we just set the whole house in fire."
My eyes widened, shocked at her suggestion. "Are you sure?"
"I've always wanted to do that."
We poured gasoline all over the house after she said that. Afterwards, Frankie and I rolled her dead mother up on a carpet, and secured it with some wires. I almost suggested for us to just chop the body in pieces so it would be easy to dispose, but that would be a longer process and it might just anger Frankie.
They had an old, rusty car she said we should use. Good thing I know how to drive and the car still works.
There was still no one outside. Only the lampposts, the crickets and the dry air. With Frankie's help, we were able to carry the body out the house by holding each end, and with a little struggle we successfully placed the body inside the trunk.
"Oh my god," Frankie said repeatedly. Blood squeezed out from the carpet. It wasn't thick enough. I wiped it off.
I slammed down the trunk and immediately went in the car. Nobody else was around still.
Frankie lit the house on fire. By 2:43 AM we were driving away from their burning house, smoke like clouds on that dark, frigid night.
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It was 3:34 AM when we reached the forest. We got off the car and decided to look for a spot where we could bury the body.
"The stray dog -- it's-it's crying," Frankie said, her voice shaking.
I got a little bit annoyed with Frankie -- I was carrying the corpse by my own and it was heavy so I wasn't in such a good mood. "Don't cry together with it."
"I-It's an innocent dog, should we really do this?"
"Frankie if you want to get caught by the police and then die in prison then sure let that damn dog go."
Frankie stopped talking then but the stray dog was still crying so I had no choice but to hit its head with a rock. It cried once more and then died with its eyes open.
"Rowan--" she said, shocked, her eyes wide.
"Let's go."
It was so dark but the moon was bright and the stars were innocently shimmering as they hung on the skies. There were crickets too. There was still some dried blood under my nails, I had a scratch on my cheek because of Frankie's mother, and my palm hurt from carrying the corpse. When the trails got steeper we decided to just pull the carpet by the other end.
As soon as we found a spot, we dug on dirt together, which took at least an hour.
It was nearing 5 AM so we had to be fast. There were birds tweeting, the star lights becoming fainter as the dawn slowly arrived. I had no time -- I proceeded to tell Frankie what my plan was.
"Frankie."
"Y-Yeah?"
"Leave the town with me," I said immediately. The dead dog and Frankie's dead mother was on my feet. "We'll leave the town and start again. I'll ask Mom to help us. After burying your mother let's go to the train station and leave everything behind and -- and we can have new names and I'll help you forget."
Frankie did not give the expression I was expecting -- she just fell silent. She just stood there with a shovel, and I'm not sure if I saw a glint of disgust on her eyes, but that didn't matter.
"Rowan . . . can you not say that--"
"Frankie you know I'd always wanted to take you away from here." I took a deep breath. "So--"
"Let's finish this first." Frankie pushed me out of the way and did the honor of pushing her mother's corpse into the hole that we dug. We then put dirt over it, put the dog next, and covered the ground entirely with dirt.
We were sweating badly, but we had to leave that place fast, and so we just immediately left.
When we got into the car, Frankie wasn't crying anymore. I wanted to ask her about what she thought about what I had suggested, but I decided not to talk for a while. I drove to the train station. Frankie knew I was heading there, but she didn't say anything so I took that as a confirmation that she would leave with me.
She was oddly quiet though.
She was staring somewhere, and it felt as if she was anywhere but with me. I just convinced myself that that was a normal behavior of someone who had just lost her mother and her house.
I am not embarrassed to say that back then, I was full of optimism and hope that there would be a new beginning waiting for the both of us. I thought that finally I would be able to live with Frankie, and the dreams I have built since the day I met her would become true.
Frankie would no longer cry. I would be allowed to hold her anytime I want. I would be allowed to touch her hair and smell her and she would be the happiest she could ever be because I would be with her. There was joy that felt warm in my chest and I liked that feeling; it was the same feeling I felt when Frankie hugged me on my sixteenth birthday. Maybe it's called happiness.
But little did I know that we were only 20 minutes away from her death.
I didn't know.
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