Fuck.
“Hey.” I approached Motley. He refused to look at me. “Motley. Hey!” I snatched his face and forced him to look at me. “Fuck Guy. And fuck Xavier.”
“No. You don’t know how powerful he is, Kash. What he would do to me?—”
I shook my head. “I don’t fucking care. I’m not letting anything happen to you. Xavier can try all he wants, but you’re not going anywhere, okay?” He tried to look away. “Hey! I mean it, Motley! I’m not letting you go back there!” He gazed into my eyes. “I love you, Motley. And the only way that fucker is going to get to you is if he goes through me first.” I kissed him, and he kissed me back. We stood there embracing one another for a good minute. “I’m not letting anyone touch you. You’re mine,” I whispered. “Now.” I pulled back. “Let’s get rid of this fucking stalker so we can forget all about this, okay?” Motley nodded.
We dumped the duffle bag and emptied all the photos into the trunk before approaching Guy’s body. “Umm…Kash.” Motley cleared his throat. “I don’t think he’s going to fit, is he?”
Damn it.
We both looked at the bag and back at Guy’s body. “No, he’s not.” Fuck. I handed Motley the duffle bag and went back and searched Guy’s car. There had to be something…anythingelse that would help us. Guy had a bunch of trash and random shit tossed around, as if he had been living in it for sometime. Figures. He always was a trashy dude. I reached behind the driver's seat and dug through the crap piled up. To my surprise, just behind the back of the driver’s seat, there was something unexpected.
No fucking way.
I gripped the handle and pulled it out in surprise.
Well, that’ll work.
I climbed out of the car and turned to show Motley what I found. His eyes widened at the axe in my hands. “Kash,” he breathed. I stepped towards Guy’s body and readied myself mentally for what I had to do. “What’re you—” He gasped as I swung the axe. The sharp blade stuck to Guy’s neck, and I ripped it back as blood and chunks of his flesh shot all over me and into my mouth. “Kash!”
I spat Guy’s fleshy blood out onto the ground and adjusted my grip on the handle of the axe. “Let me focus,” I groaned.
“You can’t do this!” Motley shouted.
“You got a better idea?” I growled back. I took a deep breath and swung the axe again. “He’s too big for the bag! I can’t just throw him in the car! What if someone sees? No.” I turned back to the body. “It’s the only way, Motley. Now, let me do this.” I raised my arm again and swung. The head of the axe stuck deep in Guy’s neck. “Fuck,” I grunted. My muscles tightened as I ripped it back and blood spewed across me. I had to raise my hand to stop it from getting into my nose or eyes. God, it was so much blood. Motley shoved me aside and took the axe from my hands. “What’re you doing?” I snapped.
His back muscles bulged as he took hold and swung the axe hard. With such an elegant and dangerous motion, he had completely separated Guy’s head from his body. “Helping.” Motley swung a few more times until he was out of breath. Istepped in and continued chopping apart Guy’s body. Together, we took turns dismembering the corpse until all that was left was nothing but a mushy pile of bloody pieces and fleshy limbs. It was sickly exhausting.
Motley and I quickly tossed Guy’s hacked up limbs and body parts into the duffle bag. We were completely soaked and dripping in Guy’s blood as if we had just bathed in it. Motley kicked the bloodied dirt around with his boot as he did his best to hide the scene while I threw the axe and duffle bag into the trunk of Guy’s car. I took the driver’s seat and Motley sat in the passenger side. We exchanged a silent look.
I stared at him, the two of us breathing heavily. “I love you, Motley.” He seemed taken aback by my sudden proclamation.
Motley leaned forward and kissed me hard. His tongue ran along the top of my mouth, and I tasted both him and Guy’s blood. A gentle moan drifted from my mouth to his before he reluctantly pulled back. His face remained so close to mine as he whispered, “I know. And I love you.” He tucked a strand of my long black hair back behind my ear. “I can’t thank you enough, Kash.” He pinched my chin. “For everything.”
I flashed him a devious grin. “Yeah, well, love makes you do some pretty crazy shit.” I put the car in drive. “Plus, I don’t like the idea of letting you go.” Motley grabbed my hand as I pressed down on the gas pedal. “You’re stuck with me, drummer boy.”
“Good.”
I drove the car down the wooded road for a good five or so minutes until we finally reached the edge of the lake. Thankfully, it was still dark out, and no one seemed to be anywhere near us. Motley and I moved swiftly and unloaded the bloodied duffle bag together. We stood across from each other with locked eyes as we nodded and swung the bag. Together, we counted before we chucked it out into the water. The bag bubbled and slowly sank before fully disappearing from view. It was a relief to notsee it anymore. I wiped my forehead and watched as Motley took the axe and threw it far out into the lake. “Now,” I breathed. “That.” We both looked back at the car. “Motley, get the photos. No one needs to ever see them. We’ll burn them. As for the car, we just need to push it into the water. It’ll sink down and no one will even know it was here. Come on.”
Motley and I gathered every polaroid into a pile on a large rock. He pulled his lighter from his jeans and used it to set them on fire. We stood there and watched as they quickly went up in flames and created a small fire. There were so many, and it took a bit for them to fully burn into nothing more than ash. “Now let’s get it in the water. Go to the hood and push.” I quickly put the car in neutral and then ran back to help Motley as we tried to force the car into the lake. It was so fucking heavy and proved to be a struggle. Motley and I groaned as we tried our best to roll the reversed car into the water. “Push!” I shouted. “Harder!”
“I am!” Motley’s neck was strained and he was turning red. “Fuck!” He shot back as he hit the car hood with his fists. His body was dripping with sweat and blood, and he was struggling to breathe. The damn car was proving to be a real pain in the ass, and I wasn’t sure if we’d be able to move it much further. Now what?
Just as we began to lose hope, the wet dirt beneath the back of the car dipped and the vehicle began to roll backwards into the lake. We had to step back as it picked up speed. We smiled and felt relieved for a brief moment until we realized it wasn’t moving any deeper. The car was two-thirds submerged, but the front was sticking straight out and sure to catch someone’s attention.
Motley rushed to the edge of the lake and kicked at the dirt. “Fuck!” He placed his hands above his head and turned to face me. “It’s stuck! There’s no way this thing is going to make it any deeper!”
Shit!
“Okay,” I breathed. “Okay, we can figure this out.” I paced around, desperately trying to figure something out. Anything.
Think, think, think!
Motley tried to move the car, but it was pointless. “What the fuck are we going to do?” His eyes were wide and terrified. He was panicking. And so was I.
“Give me a minute!” I frantically looked around and remembered all the shit Guy had piled in his car from living in it. “Motley!” He rushed back to me. “We can burn it.”
