Terrence
My phone rings around 10am.
I groan, leaning over to see who it is, viewing Lawrence's name on the screen. Blythe sits up and rolls over. I grab my phone and answer it, getting out of bed, leaving the bedroom as to not disturb her any further. I shut the door quietly behind me and make my way to the couch. The smell of Lysol and bleach is almost overwhelming.
"Hey, I'm just getting your text now. We're stopping for gas, about halfway home," Lawrence informs me. "What the hell happened? Is Blythe okay?"
"Blythe is okay, she spent the night with me," I smirk to myself as I say this. "I'll need your help when you get home. I found the car parked a few hundred meters up the road. I wrapped the bodies and put them in the trunk. I'll need you to help me dispose of them."
"Do you
