Stacey (short horror) part 5

oooh the anticipation

STACEY

[part 5]

Oh s**t what did I do!

 …what the hell did I do to Mika last night, She was lying on the mattress with the kitchen knife blade buried deep in her chest, the bloody wooden handle poking through my torn lumberjack shirt. I sat slumped against the wall trying to take in the madness, but my head wouldn’t accept what it was seeing. Mika was on her way out the door the last I remembered  I’d called them all a cab….sure I did. My phone began to ring from Mika's chest. I rolled over and threw up, on the wooden floorboards. This was too much for me to take in…I had to do something fast, but what- call the police…sure i would call the police, let them deal with her.

 I stumbled to my feet, and tried to get my ringing phone from the shirt pocket, but when I saw her bloodied face I scurried out the room leaving the bloodied corpse of Mika lying on my futon, in my lumberjack shirt- with my kitchen knife buried in her chest. I lurched again, making my way back over to Michelle's hand bag.

I dry retched again as I pulled the phone from her bag and dialled 911 and waited. As I waited, I looked around the blood stained room realising the situation I was in- was dire.

 Obviously their was a struggle here. And obviously I had lost several hours due to substance abuse, what the hell was i going to say to them?

“911 do you need fire medical or police?” The operator broke my trance and I began to mumble,

“I…er…no...sorry...I've...” I struggled to get it out,“….I’m sorry I have misdialled…..!” I hung up and stared at the shaking phone.

The screen blinked 1 new message. I opened it and read the text.

.Answer your phone Dawg �" we are on our way over to pick up chelles car- see you in a couple of hour.

Oh  f**k they were coming over, I was in big trouble. I went light headed as my heart pumped my eyeballs from there sockets, I had to think of something fast, but what. I began to shake with the realisation I was going to be locked away for a long time, this was bad- and poor Mika, why the hell had I killed her.

 What the f**k did I take last night? This was real bad. I had to think.

I grabbed Michelle's bag and rummaged for her car keys, then I texted Daniel.

Dont bother coming over I’ll bring it over mate we need to talk.

My trainers were under the table and I slid them on, then grabbed a jacket that hung over the chair, it looked like Stacey's track top- I didn’t care. I put the car keys into the track top pocket and made my way over to the window. Michelle's car was in my drive.

If I could take the car and get Mika into it, maybe I could say she drove it away- sure that could work. Yeh that could work- she was upset and drove away in Michelle's car. I had to get moving. it was getting light.

Oh s**t this was a bad idea, I thought but what else could I do. I sat for what seemed like an age going over the plan in my head before I decided to act.

Firstly I would get Mika's body into the car, and drive it to the quarry on the other side of town. Then I'd have to burn it- that was the hard part. Could I burn Mika, I didn’t know. There was plenty of car thefts around here- and people got hurt, maybe this could be put down to a tragic car jacking. Then I'd have to clear this mess up. I could stop off at the work, it would be closed today and could get the cleaning equipment and bleach from the cleaners cupboard- get back and clean up.

Oh s**t could I really do this ?