I take a few moments before I regain my composure. We both lock eyes before looking over at where he fired the two shots.
I see the crumpled body lying a few yards away from us, and I tap him, almost as if I’m afraid to speak.
“Did you have a gun all night?”
“Kind of.” He shrugs as he leans up and looks down at me, tapping the side panel of the bike. I’m sure my mouth drops open as a small section opens to show an opening.
“Well, that’s cool.” I shrug my shoulders before I look to my left again. “And who do you shoot?”
He tilts his head, looking down at me as if he’s confused. “Dunno.”
“You just shot someone cause they were here?”
“Yeah.” He shrugs again. “Plus, they shot at us.”
“After you shot at them first.”
“It was a warning shot.”
I realize in this moment just how close I came to dying earlier. He would have killed me.
He leans into me and shrugs his shoulders before I feel the bike abruptly moving forward.
“What are you doing?”
“I’ve got to go get the truck to get rid of him.”
For some reason, this part doesn’t even surprise me. I just continue to lie on the bike, watching the stars up overhead, outlining his body as we make it back to his house.
When we pull up, he unwraps my legs from around him, pulling himself from inside of me, and moves off of the bike as if not to knock me off. I watch him as he adjusts himself inside of his jeans and zips them back up.
Moving off of the bike, I watch him as he walks over to the opposite side of the garage. He grabs some plastic ties and continue to look around the garage collecting items.
“What are you doing?”
“I’ve got to get rid of the body.” He shrugs, but he doesn’t seem concerned at all, just continues to put items in the truck.
I’m still struck, watching him, as he maneuvers the truck out of the garage and I know I have about 2 minutes before he’s going back in that direction.
“What are you doing?” He snaps over as I open the door before he closes the garage.
“I’m going with you.”
“No, stay here. I’ll be back.”
“Puh—lease.” I mumble, looking over. “I just watched you kill a man while we were fucking. I think I can handle helping to get rid of him as well.” I giggle for a moment before I add. “Ya know, if you need to kill someone to get off, you could have just told me.”
I tell him as I look over, seeing a smirk spread on his face. But he doesn’t acknowledge what I just said.
“Why are you so calm about all of this?”
I shrug my shoulders. “I dunno. Life isn’t as black and white as some people make it out to be, or maybe it’s just the drugs?”
I watch him as he reaches into the back of the truck and pulls out a shovel.
“Are you going to bury him?”
“Might as well.”
