Richie paced the small room back and forth. His eyes kept coming back to the body laying on the bed. Blood dripped from the walls, the bed, hell even the phone. He fought the urge to cry. It wasn't over the woman who lay dead on the bed…it was about what his brother would do when he returned.
He had to do it. She had to die, but Seth wouldn't understand. She attacked him and was trying to escape. He did what he had to do.
He sat facing the front door to the room. He sat just staring at the door with his gun in his uninjured hand. It still hurt like hell but at least it had quit pouring blood.
He unwrapped the duct tape looking at the rather large hole in his hand. He didn't think anything could hurt as bad as that did.
He fidgeted in his chair as he waited for is brother to come back. Suddenly the door swung open. Seth entered holding a bag of food. He smelled the burgers and french fries and realized how hungry he was. He forgot all about the body in the bedroom.
Until Seth asked where the hostage was. Richie hesitated. "She in there." Richie whispered as he swallowed the last bit of his hamburger. Seth's eyes narrowed at him.
Seth opened the door to the blood splattered room. Almost the entire room was covered in blood and other various bodily fluids. Seth simply stood there staring. He had seen some gory shit in his lifetime but this…made him want to vomit. He could feel the bile rising in his throat. Hr turned away from the body to look at his little brother. who stood behind him, looking like a kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Richie didn't seem even a little fazed about the carnage in the room.
He pushed Richie backwards out of the bedroom. Suddenly Seth shoved him hard against the side of the chair. "What the fuck is wrong with you Richard?!" Seth reached down grabbing him by the collar and pulled him up eye level. "Explain to me why you killed her!"
Richie began stammering. "She tried to escape. I did what I had to do." He said quietly. Seth dropped him back down to the floor, he ran one hand over his face.
"God Fucking Dammit! She wouldn't have said shit if she had a mouth full of it!" He pointed an accusing finger down at Richie.
"I'm tired of covering for your stupid sick ass!"
Richie got to his feet. "But she…" suddenly Seth slapped him hard across the face, sending his glasses flying. Richie clasped his burning cheek, his eyes shining with unshed tears.
Seth softened at the childlike expression on his face. Every bit of his face showing hurt.
Seth sighed. He reached out pulling his brother against his chest. Richie buried his face in his chest, wrapping his arms around his brother's waist.
Seth ruffled Richie's hair as he spoke. "Look I'm sorry buddy. But you can't keep doing this. Ya know what? Don't even worry about it. When we get to El Ray it's going to be paradise. We can live how we want and do what we want." Richie nodded and pulled back. A few tears had slipped down his cheek. A rather large hand print was starting to show.
"Let me see your hand." Richie held out his bloodied hand. Seth carefully unwrapped his hand and grimaced when he saw the hole. he had to get him to a doctor but he couldn't here. The second they even neared one the cops would pounce on them like white on rice.
"It's going to be okay. One of Carlos' friends is a doctor. I'm going to get this looked at and get you some pain medication."