I could hear kyle struggling to get out of his confinement. as soon as I began looking through the bag, he stopped. must've been alerted him when I reached for a knife, making a few clanging sounds. as cliché as it is to kill someone with a knife, I didn't really see the point of making a big scene out of kyle's death. it'd make it harder to clean up. harder to hide the evidence.

I stood up and walked back over to him, not bothering to hide the knife. scared or not, it wasn't going to affect how dead he was. his eyes widened and he swallowed nervously.

"this isn't fucking funny, tom." he cursed, breathing heavily as I moved the knife towards his neck.

"no," I said quietly, my eyes moving from the blade to him. "it's very funny, because you still think i'm joking about killing you."

knock knock knock

my heart dropped.

someone was at the door.