Chapter 2: The Clean Up

"C'mon we gotta clean this up," Miles says as he grabs a bucket to fill it up with water.

Getting into action, Waylon quickly closes the front door before someone across the hall sees the body. Eddie, stunned, couldn't seem to take it all in yet.

"W-wait can someone tell me what happened?!"

Waylon and Miles look at him and realized Eddie was in the room for a second.

"Chris was abusing me. After he found out I lost my job, he changed. He called off the engagement and made me stay here as a personal maid. Waylon stabbed him with a piece a glass and I smashed his head with a metal tool box."

The way Miles explained all of it was scary to say the least. He was nonchalant and unfazed about what happened. Miles proceeded with grabbing the bucket, filling it up with bleach, and grabbing a few sponges.

"Woah wait what are you doing?"

Miles glares at Eddie, "Eddie if you are not going to help clean up, them sit down and shut the fuck up!"

Eddie was taken aback by Miles' tone. He never spoke to him like that, he's so nice and polite. Did Chris really break him beyond repair? He grabs the bucket and sponge, "Miles take a seat. I'll clean it up for you."

Shocked, Miles let him take it. He hands Waylon a sponge and they began to clean up the blood. Once they got it all, they had to fix everything that was broken. They had to make sure nothing is out of place.

"He has a gun in the second drawer in the kitchen. We can make look like a suicide," Miles said, pointing towards the kitchen.

They all look at Chris and try to see how can they make it seem like a suicide. Eddie puts on his black gloves from his job and picks up Chris so he can put him in the armchair. Sitting him down, his head tilts a little but it works to their advantage.

Miles grabs the gun and a bottle of alcohol off the floor and sits it on the table next to the chair. He takes one bullet out of the chamber then clicks it back in. Stepping back, they look to see if they can pull it off.

And they did.

All three left the apartment shaking. They were all runaway criminals. Waylon and Miles killed him and Eddie helped them cover it up. How do you go on from that?

"Miles why didn't you tell me about Chris?" Waylon asked as he stares at Miles through the rearview mirror. Miles sighs and starts to cry for the first time in the last few months since he lost his job.

"Because I hate myself."

Waylon turns his head and sees his cousin in such distress. He looked like he hasn't eaten or slept in days, weeks at most. He had dark rings around his eyes and he looked more pale than usual. He notices another bruise on his neck too.

"Waylon I'm sorry. I loved him and I couldn't see myself without him. I really thought I needed him. He wanted me when nobody did. He did love me."

Tears just coming down with every word Miles spoke. The hurt was visible hurt Waylon to see him so broken like this. Waylon stopped pushing him and grabbed his hand. Miles squeezed his hand and continues to cry. All the way to Eddie and Waylon's house.

He cried.