Miss Nobody Ch 47

Chapter 47

GROSS

Afternoon Day 25

"Are you ready for this?" Bishop asked me as we sat in the driveway of Elenora's house.

"I'll never be ready but what choice do we have?" I unbuckled and slid down from his Jeep, wishing I had worn leggings.

He held my hand as we walked to the front door. He had a key and unlocked it quickly. The door swung open and it hit us like a freight train.

The smell. Like a dead body. I gagged and stepped out of the doorway. I heaved over a large tree pot filled with dirt. "Why does it smell so bad? Is her body still inside there?" I asked him in horror.

He sighed heavily. "I should have told you sooner."

I stared at him wide-eyed. "She's still in there?" I asked again. How do you explain all this? What would he write in his report? Who would take the blame? "Susan?"

"She's still in there too."

I threw up my hands and headed back to his Jeep. Ain't no way.

"Wait." He grabbed my arm and turned me around. "It's not that easy, you know. To explain the unexplainable."

I nodded. "Yeah, I get it but..." I gestured to the house. "Gross."

"We just need to find her diaries." He grabbed a small duffel bag from his backseat and unzipped it. He handed me a pair of nitrile gloves and a mask. "I've seen Elenora's will." He hesitated briefly, "She's left everything to your evil cunt of a mother. Including my boat."

I stared at him dumbfounded. "Those fucking Bitches." So this was how she amassed her wealth, besides having her mind-slaves sell women. "We're going to split up." I put the gloves in the pocket of my sweater. "I'll grab my purse. I left it in the dining room. You grab the journals. Then we'll meet up and get my necklace together." I shuddered and tried not to gag.

He grabbed a bottle of menthol and smeared it onto a gauze pad. He placed the pads inside the masks and kissed me on the lips before we put them on.

We hurried into the house, leaving the door open behind us. I headed to the dining room. The Sheriff headed up the stairs.

My heart pounded as I rushed down the hall and into the large dining room. I circled the table, once, twice, and three times, checking the back of each chair. My purse was nowhere in sight. I went back out the door and down the hall to head up to Elenora's room with Bishop.

Susan stood in the middle of the hallway, blocking my path.

Fuck. I turned on my heel as she grabbed the mask from my face and ripped it off. I ran deeper into the house. The only back door was in the kitchen. I rushed to it, Susan thundering behind me. She wasn't fast but neither was I. I swung around the island temporarily slowing her even more. I reached for the back door handle and flung it open.

"Noooo!" Keiran screamed in my head and I halted. "Not that door."

I looked down, inches from my feet was nothing but sky. The back door led directly to nothing. The acres of forest stretched out hundreds of feet under me.

"Elenora's house is built on a cliff," Keiran said in my head. "You have to go down to the basement. There's a door that leads to a path in the woods."

I ran to the door across from me but didn't make it far before Susan had me by my hair in her firm grip.

She dragged me away from both doors and back into the kitchen. She lifted me and slammed my body down onto the kitchen island.

The wind was knocked out of me and I gasped for air.

Susan had me pinned to the counter and I struggled to move. A loud bang sounded from a gun and Susan stood straight, releasing me from her grip.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

I looked to the source of the sound and the Sheriff was standing in the doorway. He emptied the clip on her head. Leaving nothing left to control the rest of her standing body.

I rolled off the counter, ducking out of the way and covered my ears.

The Sheriff loaded another clip and emptied it on the rest of her limbs, separating them one by one from her body. There was no blood, only thick meaty flesh flying off her in chunks.

He finished and put his hot gun on the table next to him. He ripped off his mask and slumped into a chair and I crawled to him. Tears streamed down my face.

He pulled me into his lap and I clung to him and cried. After a few minutes, I was able to control myself and inhaled deeply. I wiped the tears off my face.

He chuckled. "I have no idea how I'm going to explain any of this."

We were both quiet for a long moment.

"We could put their bodies in the lake," I suggested. Everyone else was doing it.

He pushed my hair back from my face gently and looked at me, contemplating. "It would buy us more time." He nodded slightly in confirmation. "I'd have to cancel the divers."

I sighed. "Okay." Maybe we could get Nen's help with Cherry's body.

"I got the journals and I found your purse." He gestured to a garish old lady bag by the door.

I hugged him again and he held me close to him.

"There's tarps in the garage. Tell Jonny to let me out of this room and I'll help you dump the bodies." Keiran said in my head.

"She was your mother," I said, maybe a bit too harshly.

Keiran shrugged mentally. "She was nothing more than a puppet of your evil bitch of a mother. An empty shell. She wasn't much different from Susan."

I closed our connection down to the tip of a needle but with a sneaking suspicion that it didn't matter.

"There's tarps in the garage," Bishop said.

I slid off his lap and straightened my clothes.

He picked up the bag and grabbed my hand. We walked down the hallway and out the front door. He put the bag in the back seat of his Jeep. "You should wait here for me."

I shook my head. "Don't leave me alone. Please."

He walked over to me and brought me close to his body. "Are you sure?"

I nodded and headed to the garage.

Bishop followed me and punched in the keycode to the door opener. It was loud as it rose to open. He found the tarp easily and handed me a roll of duct tape.

We stepped out of the garage and he closed it. We walked inside quietly and both looked up the staircase. We nodded to each other and I followed him up.

I gagged and choked as we got closer to Elenora's body. I threw up in the corner.

Bishop handed me his mask from his back pocket and I put it on gratefully. I focused on the strong mint scent even as my eyes watered.

Bishop unfolded the tarp and laid it next to his sister's body. His gloved hands felt around her neck and found my necklace, somewhat embedded in her decaying flesh. He pulled it free but clumps of her stuck to the chain. He had a small plastic bag ready and placed the gross necklace into it. He handed it to me and I gingerly placed it in the small pocket of my dress.

The Sheriff did most of the work and rolled her body in the tarp. "Grab her legs. If you can?" He instructed me when he was done wrapping her and sealing it with duct tape.

I nodded and grabbed under her knees, thankful for the tarp between us.

"We'll put her in the car and come back for Susan." He directed.

I followed his directions and we carried Elenora's lifeless body to his Jeep. I leaned against the cool metal and inhaled the fresh air deeply.

"One more," Bishop looked over to me.

"How are we going to keep Susan's...pieces, under the water?"

He was thoughtful for a moment. "Maybe we should burn...them?"

"Okay, then what about her?" I nodded to the body in the trunk. "Can't just buy cement shoe blocks at the hardware store."

He looked behind me into Elenora's garden. "Good thing she was having some work done." He walked over to a wheelbarrow being used to mix cement.

She was having new pavers put in and of course, being custom the builders were doing it all by hand.

Bishop grabbed a bucket, poured a bag of cement in it, and turned on the garden hose. He sprayed the powdered rock and mixed it with a nearby trowel. He shoveled it around to mix. He brought the bucket to his Jeep and slid Elenora's feet into the wet cement. "It should be dry by the time we get to the Lake."

"We should go do that now and come back later for Susan," I suggested to him.

He nodded and I followed him back into the house. I stood by the kitchen doorway as he washed his hands of the cement and looked over Susan's....pieces.

I couldn't see her, being obscured behind the kitchen island.

"Let's get this over with." He dried his hands and we went back to his Jeep. He locked the front door before he opened the passenger door for me and waited until I was buckled before shutting it. He climbed into the driver's side and drove us to the road.

***

Evening Day 25

The sun had set by the time we reached the far side of the Lake. We hadn't seen any other cars or people for the past twenty minutes and I prayed it stayed that way. The drive was silent between Bishop and I. I was trying not to think about Elenora's rotting body behind me.

Bishop reached over and held my hand. He glanced at me. "Almost there." He pulled off the main road onto a dark side road that was rocky and most likely not even a road.

We bounced our way through the brush and trees as he drove us closer to the water. Another thirty minutes and more darkness cloaked us on the deserted road. He finally stopped the Jeep and turned off the ignition. His lights shone off the dark lake but they turned off with his engine, plunging us into darkness.

He grabbed my hand again. "Our eyes will adjust. It's better if we don't use the flashlights."

I swallowed. "Okay," I whispered and waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. Before long I could make out the outline of the jeep and Bishop's face.

His teeth were bright as he smiled at me reassuringly. "Ready?"

I nodded and we both climbed out of the Jeep.

Bishop pulled Elenora's body from the trunk and we carried her to the edge of the water. The bucket of cement had dried and was heavier than her body. Bishop rolled her into the water and she sank under the surface. We waited a few minutes. Bishop shrugged. "That was easier than I thought. No wonder the Lake is a dumping ground." He grabbed my hand and we walked back to the Jeep.

A loud splash sounded from behind us. We both spun around to see Elenora's tarped body in a crumpled pile on the shore.

"Maybe the tide?" Bishop walked back to her body and pushed it into the lake again. He walked back toward me and I caught a glimpse of something moving under the water.

Bishop noticed my face and turned around just as Elenora's body was tossed back to the shore.

I glimpsed a streak of green. "Nen?" I stepped closer to the water.

"Jane?" Nen's voice was quiet.

"Yeah and the Sheriff."

He walked out of the water on human legs, naked. His green hair wrapped around his torso but didn't reach below his waist. He was not shy about being naked. But with his swimmer's body and large...appendage, he had nothing to be shy about.

I looked everywhere but directly at him.

"This your body?" He nudged the tarp with his foot.

I nodded and blushed. Embarrassing, being caught with a dead body.

"There's no more room. The human bodies are throwing off the Lakes ecosystem."

"Fuck," Bishop muttered beside me.

"Is Cherry still under there?" I asked.

Nen nodded.

"Maybe we could make a trade?"

Bishop looked at me quickly.