Chapter 4 Hiding The Evidence And Escaping

Blood oozed from her head and onto the white tiled floor.

There was blood coming out of her mouth and nose as well.

The blow that she had received while falling on the ground floor had finished her off.

I stood there, looking at her body. Her eyes which were wide open.

I caused her death.

If I had held her from falling off the rail and rushed her to the hospital, perhaps she wouldn't have died.

"What has just happened?". I jolted and saw Uncle Tobias trying to stand up. He had regained consciousness.

My heart was beating faster and harder against my chest. Fear took the hold of me and I was unable to move, feeling weak and wishing that I had never come from the very beginning.

I looked at him then at Clara's body and back at him.

I couldn't let him know what had happened. Nonetheless, even if he knew what exactly had happened, he'd still call me a murderer and call the cops on me.

He was the only witness. He had seen and heard Clara and I arguing and fighting.

But he hadn't seen Clara strangling me, he wouldn't believe it even when I told him that I did it all out of self defense.

Uncle Tobias was now standing beside me, looking down at Clara's body which was in the middle of the red pool of blood.

"Gracious God! You gave killed your sister?. Did you have to go up to this extent?". He questioned.

See, he hadn't even asked for the details of what happened, he had jumped into conclusion that I had killed Clara!.

"Uncle... I can explain. I didn't mean to". I tried to urge him to listen, reaching up for his arm but he quickly backed away. Giving me that murderous look.

"Get away from me you murderer!. I must call the cops on you. Clara... Clara has to get justice!". He remarked bitterly while he shook his head slightly.

I couldn't let that happen. I had to do something... Yes! I had to prevent him from calling the cops on me because I couldn't imagine myself being in jail.

The thought of being behind those bars of the dirty and smelly cells with those criminals - even though now I was one of them - was frustrating enough and I couldn't handle it.

Besides, wasn't I defending myself?. Stabbing her was unintentional and her falling off was a mistake.

I followed Uncle closely as he continued to back away. There was an empty flower vase close to the staircases.

I remembered that it was Mother's favorite vase. She had personally bought it in South Korea, the model and flowery art on it was Egyptian.

I took the vase and hit Uncle Tobias, the same way that I saw Clara hit him earlier.

He fell, rolling down the staircase to the last step leading to the ground floor.

I swallowed hard.

What had I just done?. Thirty minutes hadn't even passed after the Clara issue and now?... Now, I was now turning out to be a criminal for good.

Nonetheless, I couldn't just stay here and do nothing. I had to escape in addition, I also had to destroy all open evidences against me.

I turned to walk back to my room where I took my unpacked suitcase and duffel bags to one of our cars that were packed outside.

I then ran back inside and dragged Clara's body in the back yard which led to the garden.

Thanks to my Father who loved to live without neighbours. We lived a far off from other people so my plan would work out perfectly fine with no one to suspect a thing.

I was planning to burn Clara's body. There was no other way out of this. I couldn't call the cops nor the ambulance that would be putting myself in danger.

Running back inside where the store was to pick up several jerri cans of petroleum and searching for a match box in the kitchen before running back outside in the backyard where I poured the petroleum on Clara's body and lit it up.

"I'm sorry sis. Your death was not meant to be. It was all an accident but, no one would believe me so... So I had to do this". I said to myself as I looked at the flames of fire consuming her body.

I turned to go back inside where I cleaned up the blood and drag marks left behind when I was dragging Clara's body out. I also picked up all the broken pieces of the vases that had been broken, planning to dispose them elsewhere as I put them in a big black plastic bag.

I also cleaned up Mother's ashes and put some in a small transparent bottle while the left ashes, I flashed them down the toilet muttering a small 'sorry' because I was so sure that Clara had a better idea of where to dispose off Mother's ashes after her mourning.

The house looked okay. If anyone stepped inside, they wouldn't be able to suspect that anything like fighting and killing had taken place here.

I wasn't ready to go to jail. Right now, I was thinking of my life right ahead, my career which was now at stake because now, I wouldn't be able to do my examinations.

Actually, I had nothing to worry about. With both parents dead and my only sibling gone as well, all the inheritance would be mine, I was going to be a millionaire and live a life with no worries.

I was now downstairs where Uncle was still unconscious on the floor. I dragged him up in the living room and managed to lay him on the couch.

"You're heavy!". I muttered under my breath as I raked my stray hair back while I straightened up and looked down at him.

"Just stay still and enjoy your nap. At least, if anyone drops by the house, they won't be suspicious of anything. Moreover, I wish you never wake up so that nobody will ever know what took place here today". I say at loud then I take a deep breathe before I left.

I had to go somewhere ... Somewhere I could hide at least for the meantime.

•••••

He was at home.

That, I knew through the lit up lights which were easily visible through the windows though the curtains had been undrawn.

I took in a deep breathe as I got out of the car and walked to the porch leading to the front door before I pressed on the door bell wondering what he was up to.

Clinton had never been home this early hour, this I knew when I used to do a bunk from home and stay over at his place from time to time, something that Mother hated and was the cause behind most of our arguments.

She never approved of my relationship with Clinton because of his social status and background. I cared less about it because money wasn't a problem, Clinton had a good job though so I never understood why Mother was stubborn about my breaking off our relationship.

The door was opened pulling me out of my thoughts. There stood a firm, lean muscled, clean shaven and dark skinned man at the door whose eyes lit up when he saw me.

"Christabel? Oh my God it's really you?". He questioned, his lips cracked up in a big smile which i gladly returned as he engulfed me in an embrace.

"Come on in. I wasn't expecting you but I hope you'll stay over for dinner". He offered as I pulled off of the embrace and he led me inside, his hand on the small of my back.

"Thank you. I'll of course even sleep over if you ask". I said with a smile earning a chuckle from him.

"You're free to do whatever you want". He replied, pulling me close to him by holding my waist.

We were face to face and my hands were on his chest. The lust in his eyes was clear, he leaned closer to kiss me but I stopped him by placing my hand on his lips.

"Won't you even offer me a drink?". I asked dropping my hand away from his lips and down to his chest where my other hand was.

Clinton chuckled, not amused one. He was clearly hurt by what I had done. "How could I forget my manners!". He looked away then back at me. "What do I offer you?".

"Whiskey will be good". I replied.

"Okay. Will be right back. Make yourself comfortable". He answered managing to pull up a smile on his face and pressed a kiss on my forehead.

I nodded in accordance before he let go off me and headed towards the kitchen.

I looked around the house with my eyes, taking in a deep breathe before sinking on the couch and setting my feet on the coffee table crossing them at the ankles.

The place hadn't changed a bit. It was a little basic but it was still good.