crimescenes - 2

I don't remember what happened to wake me up cept I rolled over and stared through blurry eyes to see the clock to see it says "04:45" and my brain just works funny cos first thing that pops into my head is 4+4+5 which adds up to 13.
'What's wrong,' whispers Kev, and now I'm aware his hand is right on my dick which fuck even if I knew the answer to his question I can't speak, just gasp and he's willing to so I just close my eyes and it's like a minute before I tell him I'm close, well I said that too late.
He laughs and finds a dirty T-shirt to clean me up and suddenly the room is filled with flashing lights which makes us duck in panic, like wtf, is it the sex police? I wonder but no there's like four cop cars and two ambulances across the street at the neighbor's place.

I never really met this neighbor so yeah I'm being judgmental but they seemed weird, it was like a father, a mother, and two twin boys whom I guess were like eleven or so. The father always looked grumpy, the mother looked like the kind of woman who never said a word unless allowed to, and the boys well they made me and Kev seem like normal kids, like little zombies that only associated with each other and never even spoke to any other kids. I'd never seen them smile or play, and just from what I'd seen from my window they were always doing work on their dad's garden. It's kind of pushing it to call it a garden, the old man must have had mental issues cos there were barely any flowers in it and everything he'd planted had spikes or thorns.

'Kev? Dax?' says a voice which makes me jump cos we're both stark naked staring through the blinds at the scene outside. It's mom and we hastily pull on jeans while she steals another freaking cig from me, oh well, fuck it, the pack is gonna be gone in two hours which is at least an hour before I can buy more. Teach me to steal vodka from her, speaking of which I find some glasses with nothing growing on them and pour some of the badly wounded bottle into all them and pass them around. Yummmy, warm vodka for breakfast, fuck it, yeah.

'That guy offed his wife and kids with a shotgun,' mom says, which makes me choke on my drink cos she kinda said it like someone might say 'It sure is warm today.' No wonder I was never quite normal. Just saying.

But on the other hand I'm not too surprised cos there def seemed to be something really off about all of them, 'specially the guy.
'Fuck,' says Kev, acting a bit bored and snagging more vodka and lighting a cig for both of us.
I'm thinking about it now, the kids were weird and the wife was a mouse, but really this whole thing is fucking sad cos yeah they may have been weird, they sure didn't deserve that shit.

Their old man shoulda just saved the world the trouble and stopped with blowing his own head off somewhere where no one would find him anytime soon. Why people have to fucking take their own bullshit out on people who never did anything to them, I dunno.