I didn't feel like immediately cleaning up the mess I had made, so I didn't, which was very lazy of me. Chresanto's body remained on the floor for a day before I finally got to moving him.
He had bled out completely and his skin had grown pale. His eyes were unseeing and his clothes were stained red.
I managed to relocate Chresanto somewhere else. I knew the police were going to find him, but they weren't going to know who killed him.
They weren't going to find me, they never had before.
When I got home from dumping Chresanto's body, I took a shower and then took a well deserved nap.
I slept for about half of the day, and when I woke up, I did nothing. I really needed to get back to cleaning up Chresanto's blood that had seeped into the hardwood floor, but I didn't move from my bed at all.
Cleaning up the blood could wait a few more hours.
