Taylor and Lucas walked into Shane's house, arguing.
"I'm telling you, it's a trap! He is going to attack! Probably kidnap you! I'm just warning you that, if he tries, I will kill him." Lucas told Taylor as they were walking in the door.
"Don't be ridiculous!" she told him, somewhat laughing, but her laughter fell short when she looked into a room where two dead bodies lay.
"Oh my god!" Taylor gasped and she began to feel a little light headed, she lost balance and leaned against the doorway. Lucas came, hurrying down the hall. Once he got to the doorway he followed Taylor's gaze and saw Shane on the ground, his back facing them, and a huge puddle of dark red blood framing his head. Lucas started to feel a little light headed himself. He has never seen so much blood. He looked over and saw Shane's mother, blood soaking her shirt, and eyes still open. He looked over at Taylor who looked as if she was about to faint. Luckily he caught her before she hit the ground.
A little while later Lucas was sitting in the doorway, Taylor unconscious in his arms. He was beginning worry about what they were going to do with the bodies. Should they call the police? And if they did would the police suspect they were the murderers? His worrying was interrupted when Taylor moved in his arms. He looked down at her, he could see she wanted to cry, but she was holding back. She stood and began to walk to Shane. Lucas grabbed her wrist, trying to stop her, but she shrugged him off. She went and stared at Shane's back, not wanting to see his face.
All of a sudden she busted out crying and, when her tears where coming so violently she couldn't stand, she sat on the ground, avoiding the blood, but didn't take her eyes of Shane's back. Lucas stood and walked over, sitting behind her and wrapping his arms around her, as if to keep her from falling to pieces.
"What happened? Who did this?" Taylor asked through her tears, even though she knew he couldn't answer.
"I don't know, Taylor, I don't know."
"What are we going to do?"
"I guess we should call an ambulance, or the police."
"But what if they think we did it?" Taylor repeated his earlier thought.
"We could call them and be gone before they get here."
Taylor pondered the possibility, coming up with any flaws it might uphold.
"But couldn't they trace the call?" Taylor asked, still crying, but it was a softer cry.
Lucas thought of a loop hole of the possibility Taylor just came up with.
"What about the phone Shane called on? Could we use that?"
She nodded. Lucas and Taylor got up and began searching. Lucas found it on the other side of Shane, next to a hand gun. Lucas carefully stepped over Shane's body, trying to block Taylor's sight so she wouldn't have to have the memory of Shane's brains coming from his head, locked in her mind. He dialed 911 and subtly herded Taylor out of the room.
"Hello, this is 911, what is your emergency?" Lucas heard a women say, obviously tired of the routine of her job.
"There are two dead bodies at 638 Jefferson." Lucas said and hung up. When he looked over at Taylor, she was staring out in space, a steady stream of tears still running down her face. Taylor was thinking of the first night she met Shane, how quickly she fell in love with him. How badly she hurt him when she began to fall in love with Lucas. This was her fault! If only she wasn't so selfish!
Lucas was wondering what he was thinking about. Obviously Shane. Then he realized they had to go. He took a step closer to Taylor.
"Taylor, we have to go, like, now!" he warned.
Taylor just nodded and walked out the door. Lucas followed, finding himself thinking of Taylor and Shane. Thinking if Shane's death was his fault. He came to a conclusion that it was, if only he wasn't so selfish! If only he didn't fall in love with Taylor both Shane and his mom would be alive.
So, Taylor and Lucas walked down the street, holding hands, and their guilt on their shoulders.
Whose fault do you think it is? Is it any one's fault? What do you think is going to happen between Lucas and Taylor? Please review!