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“Good,” I whispered and then stepped away from the railing and headed to the living room. My phone was on the counter there. I had to call my mom. She would know what to do with his body. And I was right she had. We had Mark’s body in her car and were on the road in less than half an hour.

“Kit, what the fuck are you doing?” My mom snaps and it’s hard to breathe. She’s driving us out into the woods. “Are you listening to me?”

“What?” I swallow hard and then look over at her.

“Did anyone know you were going to the prom with him?”

“No,” I whisper. I hadn’t told anyone because it hadn’t felt real. Too delicate to say out loud because I was terrified of it falling apart before I got to enjoy it. A part of me was terrified that Mark and Lisa would get back together if she knew he was interested in me.

“I didn’t tell anyone,” I whisper.

“At least you did that right.” My mother speeds out of town and heads straight for the hills surrounding the town. There wasn’t much out here but there was a national forest. One that I’d spent time in as a kid for school trips but nothing much outside of that. I’d never been outdoorsy and my mother hadn’t wanted to spend the time to take me there like my friends’ families.

There was no camping trips or weekend hikes. But at least we had burying a body together.

“Grab the shovels and that rope,” My mother orders. “Start walking, don’t stop until I tell you.”

“What about Mark?”

“You mean the body of an almost rapist?” My mother grabs the rope she's wrapped around Mark’s feet and yanks him out of the trunk with two hard pulls until the body hits the ground with a sickening thud.

“You leave him to me. Just start walking.”

I do what she says and start walking up the steep trail she’d parked at. Behind me, the sound of Mark’s body being dragged is constant. The only pauses are when my mother swears and grunts, but every time I look behind me she yells at me.

“Keep fucking walking, little girl. I mean it.”

We walk for two hours before we find a place down in a ravine. “Start fucking digging. This has to be deep.”

We dig for twice as long as we walk and I’m standing at the bottom of the hole, sweaty and exhausted. Every minute feels like an hour. The only thought I have in my head is how is anything going to be the same? There is no way we are getting away with this.

Why didn’t we just go to the cops?

“What the fuck are you doing? That’s deep enough. Get out of there so I can throw this fucker in.”

“Sorry, mom.”

I climb out on my own and just manage to stand when my mom snaps her fingers at me. “What the fuck took you so long. Help me with this.”

This.

Not Mark. Just this.

I do as she asks and grab his feet. I’m still wearing my prom dress and heels. The ground is soft here and it’s hard to walk but we manage it. I don’t know how my mom dragged Mark for as long as she did.

Mark’s body goes over the edge and into the hole easier than I thought.

“Nobody is going to find him out here.” My mother tells me and slaps a shovel into my hand. She doesn’t have to tell me what to do. I know exactly what to do and get to work. The stars shine overhead and we bury Mark Dixon.

Chapter Forty

KIT

PRESENT DAY

“So, you do what you needed to?” Alana asks. We’re both leaning against the rental Grant and Rafe got me and I nod.

“I did. I told a bitch to die.”

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