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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2014 6:38 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2014 7:14 pm
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The adrenaline coursing through his body was like nothing he'd experienced before. His gloved hands lingered on the coat hanger as he stared over the body of the man he'd just assaulted. Blood trailed steadily from his neck onto the white cotton bed sheets pressed firmly down underneath of his body, the fabric absorbing it into a deep red color. Slowly, he backed away, releasing his grip on the metal wire, his face a white ghost.
It wasn't supposed to happen this way. It was supposed to be a simple break in, find prescription drugs, non-prescription drugs, or liquor, not a damn murder mission. This would be something that would not be cleaned off his records very easily, and his brother would have no chance of covering for him. His life would be over if anyone found out he had done it.
Jayce walked out the back door, bundling the blue latex gloves up in his hands once he'd walked out and off the property. Looking down, he'd noticed he'd gotten blood on his shirt from the murder, and it made him feel sick to his stomach. He'd killed an innocent person just because he wanted drugs, which he never found. Chewing on his lip, the boy walked into the empty alleyway behind the house and stripped off his shirt, wrapping it around his waist with the long sleeves. The Tennessee sun was hot on his back, but that was the last thing on his mind.
Where would he go? There was no family he had locally that would take him in without reporting him to his parents, asking if he was supposed to be there. A motel would cost way too much, and there would be no plausible way he would stay with a stranger.
[loser time skip.]
The rain was starting to drizzle, and Jayce pulled the hood over his head. He'd stopped at his house and picked up some clothes, seeing as his only option would be to run away. What he didn't think about would be the two random events may be linked. A murder and run away? Suspicious. He'd told his parents he was staying at a friends house, but that would soon be found out as a lie. He'd ditched his phone at the fountain in the main park, and had since walked four and a half hours out of town, hoping to find some place to stay, like a park bench.
Jayce stuffed his hand into his pocket and walked down the hill towards a dim streetlight and a bus stop, slowly sitting down on the wooden bench to protect himself from the rain.
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