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Choked sobs filled the hall, blending with the guttural sounds of his struggle for breath. Maso’s blood-covered, trembling hand touched her face. His thumb brushed away a tear while looking at her as if he had just been betrayed by the love of his life.
Maso’s final breath escaped in a haunting whisper, his hand falling away from her face before his entire body slumped against her. His eyes closed, and his body stilled.
“What have I done… what have I done?” Cara whispered, her voice trembling in fear.
I stood frozen in place at the gruesome sight, the blood continued to gush out from his neck.
Forcing my eyes away from him, I looked at Cara. She was silently crying, looking pale and her entire body was trembling. I instantly went to her, getting her away from Maso and turned her back to him.
“It’s okay, Cara. It’s okay.” I pulled her into me, holding her tightly, and kept telling her over and over again that it was okay, trying to convince myself as well.
I placed my hands on her face, wiping her tears away.
“You did what you could. It was out of your hands.” I spoke to her firmly, concealing the horror that churned within me. Cara looked lost, enveloped in shock; a feeling I knew all too well.
“Listen, Cara. Right now, we need to snap out of it and get out of here, okay? It’s our only chance.” I talked to her hurriedly, and she nodded, taking a breath to compose herself. “We need to move his body into the restroom before anyone sees.” I swallowed hard, looking at Maso.
Luckily, the doors were heavy and thick to not attract any attention to us, but it was only a matter of time before anyone would walk in through those doors. The other guy might come soon to check on what was taking long for us to get back.
I grabbed Maso, forcing myself to think of his body as a heavy bag of potatoes and not a dead body I was dragging. Cara came to help, flinching when his head dangled towards her.
“Just a bag of potatoes…” I mumbled continuously. We got him into the restroom when I saw the trail of blood that followed along with the body.
“The blood!”
We grabbed a bunch of toilet paper and tried to get rid of the blood the best we could, but it was still not enough. I looked down at my dress, getting the idea of cutting it to use as a cloth to cover our tracks.
I searched around for anything sharp I could use to make a tear and, of course, there was nothing. Until my eyes landed on the knife stuck in Maso’s throat.
“Oh, fuck… I need that knife…” I said, swallowing hard to keep my nausea down.
“You’re not actually thinking of…” Cara trailed off, looking disturbed by the idea.
“I am…” I nodded but made no move to get it. “Okay… okay… You can do it. You smashed a rock into someone’s head. You saw his brain mass. This is nothing.” I tried to encourage myself. “Nope, not working.” I gagged. I put a hand to my mouth, trying my best not to throw up.
I took a few deep breaths and finally mustered the courage to retrieve the knife.
I grabbed the handle with a disgusted look on my face as I tried to pull it out. The feeling of the knife being pulled out was so vile that I almost emptied my stomach on him. It was too much for me and I had to immediately pull it out in one swift motion.
“To think our husbands do that for a living…” Cara was looking just as sick as I was.
“Something I will never understand.” I shivered in disgust.
Ignoring the blood on the knife, I cut my dress shorter and tore the material into a few pieces. We wet them and wiped the floor clean in haste.
We were almost done when we both froze in place and looked at each other with wide eyes. The sound of loud voices could be heard, and they were getting closer to us. I quickly wiped away the last blood on the floor before we rushed into the restroom.
“Fuck, the wall!” I whispered in a panic. I was about to get out again when Cara grabbed the back of my dress, pulled me back inside the restroom and closed the door just in time when another door banged open.
Men shouting and footsteps running past the door had us looking at each other with questioning looks.
I quickly told Cara to handle the gun because she had better aim than me, and I was better at handling the knife. The footsteps were fading, and I let out a breath of relief, thankful they didn’t notice the blood on the wall.
“Where the fuck is Maso?!”
We both tensed at the voice of the other guy that had been guarding the door.
We pressed ourselves against the wall next to the door when he stopped nearby. Cara and I jumped in fear when bullets were flying in through the door, and I held my hand to my mouth to not let out a scream.
