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Charmaine, Summer 1999

Looking back on it all, there was no way we could've have know. To us, he was a saint, so much like the people  his religion lauded. He was the beacon of our friend group then.  Nice, thoughtful and there for you. He fit right in. But beneath that cheerful disposition was a cold heart of vengeance coupled with an intelligent resolve to the right thrwrongs that had been done him and a friend. No, none of us could have known, except the one I love told me everything and I just didn't see the signs then. That is why I blame myself and only myself, because I could have stopped it.

But would I have done that? Because what he did,  to me wasn't really unjustified. Does that make me a monster too?

1998 | Vinnie HackerWhere stories live. Discover now