The Pink House

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The door closed. And I let out a sigh. My heart was racing, and beating and I had to think. The clothes tumbled in the laundry mixing and matching, and I am hoping that red shirt bleeds a little. I google how to get rid blood on my phone then deleted my search history. On cop shows it can always be found, but how accurate are those things really if people get away. Fuck. Where did he go? There was only a few houses there, and he was down, unless he wasn't really down, but why didn't he say anything when he heard me crying theres no way I wanted to do that. That damn light. 

He was right next to the pink house. People always talk about that house, lots of people live there. Used to be big and beautiful, one of the river road mansions. But that fell by the wayside after that doctor moved. Now its a huge family, multigenerational, people like that always do that. Maybe he went there? But why did he leave later?

The laundry machine lulled and chugged and I thought about McKenzie, before we broke up we would always be out at night. Not like this, harmless, like fire works in the river, or just driving and listening to the radio. I heard footsteps over head, and the sound of the door. 

"No."

"Oh my goshh"

"No, we haven't heard anything."

"We'll keep an eye out"

My heart started beating faster than it had before.
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