The Sinner

27

Warning: Talk about abuse, and slight panic attacks

"Hi angel."

I greet him back with a bright smile. He closes the car door and wraps his arms around me tightly.

"You look pretty," He comments as his eyes run down my body. I was just in jean shorts and a crop top, the same as every other day.

"Thank you," I say shyly. He takes ahold of my hand and pulls me towards the unfamiliar but large house. He opens the front door, not bothering to lock it and motions for me to walk up the stairs.

"The boys are coming over later if you wanted to stay," He says. "I haven't seen them in a while." We walk out onto the back porch, and an unsettling feeling stirs in my stomach once I see the bong that's laid out on the table.

I nod, "Yeah if they're cool with me here."

"You're with me now, we're a package deal," He says and sits down. My eyes stay on the glass table as they dance along everything that screamed illegal. However they stop moving when I see the residue of something white. "I know this looks bad."

"I wasn't judging," I lie. He tilts his head as if he knows I'm lying.

"I've been under a lot of stress lately," He explains, running a hand through his hair. "It'll get better." Will it?

"Just - try to limit it, okay?" I say, sitting down in the chair aways away from him. "I worry about you with that stuff."

"I know," He says. "Come here baby, you're too far from me."

The tips of my fingers tingle as he calls me baby - something he doesn't do often - and I attempt to pick up the heavy wooden chair. It screeches against the deck and I wince at the sound.

"No I mean, come sit on my lap," He instructs. I oblige, and stand from my seat and walk over to him. He pulls me onto his lap and wraps an arm around my hips, hand touching my upper thigh.

"What are you stressed about?" I ask, tucking some pieces of hair away from his face.

"What am I not stressed about these days," He says, while leaning back. He digs his hips into my butt as he does so. I don't know if that was on purpose or accident.

"Your dad?" I ask. He hums.

"Money too," He says. "You're really the only good thing in my life right now." I pull on my bottom lip, he watches carefully.

"Well I'm not going anywhere," I say, his droopy red eyes look back into my eyes and he uses his hand to push my back down towards him. He parts his lips as they meet mine, giving me a quick passionate kiss.

"Am I interrupting something?" A voice asks from behind us. I pull away and look over my shoulder. Wheezie was walking along the pathway towards where we were, she had a backpack on.

"Kinda," Rafe says, sniffing as he leans back in the seat. His hand returns to the waist band of my shorts. He slowly dances his finger across my bare skin, leaving goosebumps.

"I can come back another day," She suggests, thumping her bag down near the drugs. I suddenly felt bad that she had to walk in on this, it really wasn't a good look.

"No," Rafe says quickly. "It'll be quick." What did he need from her?

"Hi Corrine," Wheezie says, sending me a friendly smile.

"Hi." I send her one back.

"So is this what you guys do all day?" She asks, nodding her head towards the bong.