Clubrooms Diary

Chapter 42: It was an accident

LISA

May 14th 2018

I stood there with wide eyes as I let the big Galliano bottle slip through my trembling fingers, watching

Jimmy fall to the ground like a sack of potatoes. I only hoped to knock him out. Now I'm afraid I might

have killed him.

When I look at Layla, she's staring back at me mirroring my emotions. I approach her and assist her to

her feet.

"I. I didn't mean to hit him hard." I whimper, looking at her.

"It was an accident!" I cover my mouth, trapping the words that eagerly what to be heard.

"Let the piece of shit rot in hell." She spits on his body with distaste and kicks him.

"You hear that Jimmy? Rot. In. Fucking. Hell. You. Sick. Bastard." She sneers at him darkly.

She turns to face me, wiping her teary eyes and sniffles.

"He confessed Lisa, he started to confess how his sick mind worked and I cut him."

"That was you?" I say stunned as I take another look at Jimmy's face.

The cut ran from his right brow down to the corner of his lip. The cut was so deep, the layers of the skin This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

rolled back, exposing his cheek tissue.

"What are we gonna do?" I ask panicking.

I never thought I'd end up in jail growing up. Not for fucking murder anyway. I continue to stare at him,

letting my eyes rest on his chest, praying to see it rise and fall.

Nothing.......

I don't know if it's my eyes playing tricks on me or if......

FUCK!!!

"Grab his legs." She says sternly.

"What for?" I watch as she stands where his head is looking at me like I'm stupid.

"Are you really asking me this?" She sighs.

I obviously know she wants to move his body out of sight in case a client walks into the bar. But where

is what I'm wanting to know.

"Where are we taking him?"

"The skip bins around the back. Tomorrow's collection day." She says breathlessly, lifting his shoulders

and dropping them again.

"Fuck!" She curses out loud.

She looks around the bar, looking for something to help us move his body.

"Where's the oil drums?"

"The last one should be by the dishwasher." I watch her run behind the bar and roll it out using the

hand trolley.

"Close the door will you?' She says breathlessly.

I close the doors, double locking them in case Chad decides to come in and drown his kidneys in

alcohol. I turn and rush towards her.

"I'm gonna lay the drum down, we will stuff his heavy ass inside and try our best to stand it back up,

okay?" She wipes the sweat from her forehead.

"This is crazy Layla if we get caught-"

"I'll take the blame." She cuts me off.

"But I-"

"Consider that if you had not arrived when you did, "She directs her attention to Jimmy's corpse. "That

would have been me."

My scowl deepens as my gaze alternates between her and Jimmy's body. I recognise that she is

correct, but that does not absolve me of the crime I committed.

"Go put on some gloves and a damn hair net." I nod, turning on my heel to do as I'm told.

I bend down with the intention of picking up the murder weapon and disposing of it.

"Don't you throw it out, I'm going to place that on Ryder's grave." She smirks darkly.

Her sudden change in demeanour sends shivers up my spine; we've just killed someone and are

attempting to dispose of his body, and she wants to keep the bottle as a trophy? Surely she's just as

shocked as I am, solely running on adrenaline.

I return with my hair encased in a cap and gloves on my hands. I also put an apron on with the hopes

of not staining my clothes with his tainted blood.

At first, we struggled to get his body inside the drum, trying every angle, until we finally decided to curl

his body up in an awkward position and seal him inside by reattaching the top and taping it down.

Before we wheel him through the halls and out the back door, we scrub the shit out of the carpet. We

try everything we can think of to lift the drum once we're outback, but we couldn't even get it off the

ground.

"Billy-Joel!!!!" She screams out to him as he steps out of his vehicle and heads towards us.

"Ladies, beautiful morning-"

'Yeah, yeah. The clouds are parting and the birds are singing." She cuts him off.

"Can you help us put this bastard into the bin?" She taps on the drum, referring to Jimmy being the

bastard.

He smiles and assists us in loading the drum into the bin, thanking the Gods we tapped the lid down.

We express our gratitude to Billy and return inside, wiping our brows with the backs of our hands.

"I need to get rid of his car." She mumbles, facing me.

I sigh, "And how are you going to do that?" I ask curiously? "We have cameras in the front, Layla."

"Do you think you can turn them off?" She pleads

"I can't. I don't know Chad's password." I tell her truthfully and if I did I doubt I would've agreed to do it.

"Is he here?" She looks at me with wide eyes.

I shrug my shoulders at her, not sure whether he's here or not because I haven't seen him yet. He

appears whenever he wishes.

She steps into his office without knocking, and I trail behind her, it's empty, I put my hand on my chest,

struggling to stop my heart from racing. She walks over to his desk, turns his computer on, picks up his

coffee cup and tips the leftover liquid on his computer, causing a power surge, destroying the

components.

I gasp, "Layla, have you lost your fucking mind?" I look at her with disbelief.

"I'm desperate, I have no other option. What's the pin to his safe?" Her gaze shifts to the safe next to

me.

"No!, I can't..." I draw the line shaking my head.

"I need it, Lisa." She begins to cry. "I can't stay here, waiting for the police to discover it was me." She

wipes her face.

We stare at each other, the stillness in the room lingering between us and I feel the willpower slowly

draining from my core as I take in her state of panic. I run my hand through my hair and sigh.

"0414, it's the date when he lost his virginity."

She nods, rushing to my side, punching in the code. I hear it unlock and she turns the handle.

"Bingo!" She chuckles. "There's gotta be at least $20k in here." She starts to fill her pockets with

money.

I exit the office, walk to the changing room, locking myself in the toilet. A sob escapes my lips, and I

cover my mouth with my hands to muffle my screams.

'What the fuck have I just gotten myself into?' I think to myself.

I've just murdered the first boy I kissed, the only man I've ever fucked and a father of two beautiful boys

who will now grow up without their dad...........

If the guilt doesn't kill me, the nightmares to come surely will..