“Shut the door, Simon! They’ll see us!” Aurelia whisper-yelled, her doe eyes stretched even wider with fear.
“No one can see us Lia! It’s pretty dark in here.” Simon replied, obviously not concerned by the possibility of being caught.
“It’s not dark enough to hide this.” Aurelia said harshly, pointing at the rolled up Persian rug. Sweat dripped down her forehead, a sign of her hard work.
They didn’t plan this, it just happened. Who would’ve thought that one game of Russian roulette could get this messy? They had removed all of the bullets. Six bullets, and somehow, one of them had ended up embedded in Carl’s head.
“Just help me get him out of here. It happened and it’s over.” Simon said. His usual lazy smile was replaced by a grimace.
Aurelia laughed dryly and complied. She had always known that Simon was trouble, but she had thrown caution to the wind. He was so alive; such a beautiful mess. She couldn’t help but love him and love who she was with him. Taking a deep breath, she bent down, securing a corner of the rug in her fists, and pulled. The soft material slid easily across the hard-wood floors. The oak had been scrubbed of any and all evidence earlier, so the smell of harsh chemicals assaulted their noses.
“Geez! Who knew that Carl was this heavy?” Simon interrupted Aurelia’s train of thought. She could hear the touch of amusement in his voice.
“This is not funny Simon!” she dropped the rug quickly, making the coffee table rattle, “Wait, did you do this on purpose?!”
Simon’s grin faded quickly and he stood up, also dropping his side of the rug, “What do you want from me Lia?! I told you it was a mistake so just drop it!”
Sweat also cascaded down his face, dripping from the slope of his nose. Light blue veins protruded from his neck telling of his anger. His fists were clenched tight and he let one go to push a stray strand of dyed gray hair back in place. His watery blue eyes were livid, mirroring his rigid posture.
“I-I’m sorry.” Aurelia dropped her head, feeling guilty. She knew that if she didn’t back off that it would just make things worse, “Let’s just finish this.”
“No. How about you finish this by yourself. I’m out.” Aurelia’s head snapped up quickly at his words. Was he serious?
Simon walked around the body, leaving the room with a grunt. She stood there in shock, not sure what to do. First anger flooded her, and then sadness followed. Her mouth opened and closed. She was loss for words, and in that moment, she knew that she would do exactly as he had told her to do. If she didn’t, it wouldn’t be done and that was something she couldn’t risk.
The smell of cigarette smoke from the balcony brought her back down to earth and she bent down, gripping the rug yet again. Pulling the body proved to be hard work, but she dragged it all the way outside. Finally, she hoisted the body into the dumpster and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. Trash day was tomorrow and by the time someone realized that Carl was missing, he would be buried under tons of garbage. A lone tear made its way down her face, staining her dirty cheeks.
Aurelia pivoted and walked back into the house, plopping onto the rickety couch. It groaned under her weight. She looked at the balcony door, making sure that Simon was still outside and reached into her pocket. Five bullets rolled into her hand. She smirked, raising her hands to sit behind her neck. The rest would be for Simon.
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