The Sinner

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second update!! go back and read the first one if you haven't already!

Rafe Cameron

What the fuck is wrong with me? Why did I lie to her like that?

Lying isn't something that I was proud of. I never mean to lie to her, sometimes it just comes out. And I always feel guilty afterwards, but, she can't know where I am.

She can't know that I'm with Barry.

She can't know that I never stopped doing coke.

And she can't know that half the time I'm with her, I'm high out of my fucking mind.

She'd probably leave me if I told her the truth.

"I'm happy to hear you lie to your Mrs too Country Club," Barry says, snapping me out of my thoughts. I look up at him, eyes narrowing by the second. I stuff my phone back in my pocket.

"It's to keep her safe," I explain, ignoring the dig he took at me. "Mind your fucking business." I sniff, wiping the tears from my face.

I think everything finally just settled inside of me, and I just realized that I fucking killed someone. Before, I didn't get it. When I saw Corrine crying at the tarmac, it didn't register to me what I did was wrong.

Until now.

I'm a fucking killer now.

I'm not saying I take full responsibility for what happened. Sure, I was the one that shot Peterkin. But I was not going to let my dad go down for that bullshit accusation. He did not kill John B's father, my dad is not a killer.

"What the fuck is going on with you man?" Barry's voice breaks my thoughts again. "You're being spacey today."

"What are you talking about?" I say.

"Did you not hear anything I fucking said?" Barry asks, turning around. I guess I didn't. "It's like I'm having a conversation with myself every time I talk to you, Jesus."

"Fuck off Barry," I snap at him. I'm out of it today. "Just repeat what you fucking said."

"How quick do you think that it's going to take them to get to John B?" Barry asks. I shrug, leaning back onto Barry's shitty ass couch.

"I don't know."

"Not long, but when they do, he's gonna start snitching, on me, my whole operation, the robbery - everything man." I continue to stare at him, his crazy ass eyes seemed like they were going to bug out of his head. Is this how I look when I'm taking crazy? "Unless I get to him first."

Hold on a minute.

That's not a bad idea. That's not a bad idea at all. Barry kills John B so he doesn't snitch, sure his plan works out too, but also, the truth never gets out that I was the one that killed Peterkin.

"I'll help you find him," I say while nodding.

"Let's go get him then," Barry says, a smirk growing on his face. I stand up from the ground just as Barry grabs one of his hand guns and we both walk outside quickly. We start both of our bikes, slipping the hot and sweaty helmet over my head.