Spoilers : none
Summary : rather dark twist on 'Spring Cleaning'. This is my very first entry for a champagne challenge!
First posted : right here, right now
Disclaimer : The characters are not mine, no money is being made and no infringement is intended.
So much had accumulated over time- just how much did women need to mark a place as their territory? It had to go. All of it. I wanted my room back, and I was determined to erase her from my life. She no longer mattered to me, so why should I care? I don't, I told myself, picking up a scarf. What could the dead mean to the dead? I tossed the scarf in with the rest. Maybe one of the other girls would like it, but seeing it on them would only make me lose my appetite.
Besides, it would seem sentimental, wouldn't it?
I checked my watch. They would have found her by now. Punctual as ever, Mick entered.
"I found Ke- what are you doing?" he said, breaking off his sentence as he looked at the box of my freshie's last worldly possessions.
"Spring cleaning," I replied.
He swallowed hard, and I could tell he was battling with himself. "You already know she's dead, don't you?" he finally asked. Disappointment unmasked. I nodded.
"Did you know she was...?" he couldn't continue.
"Why did you do it?" he asked after a while.
I turned to face him. "She swore to me I was the father."