The Sinner

52

TW: Blood

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Rafe Cameron

I remember reading in this book where the author wrote that pain demands to be felt.

And yeah, I know what you're thinking.

We don't talk about the books I read out loud so mind your fucking business.

My point is though, is that you can try to ignore it as much as you want but, it'll always take precedence over whatever's going on.

The thing is though, is that I didn't get shot. There was never any guns pointed at me.

But I still feel, pain.

I let my eyes run down my body, making sure that I wasn't actually shot. I know that sometimes when adrenaline rushes through your body it numbs it for a brief period of time.

But I right, I wasn't shot. It has to be mental, there's no reason for me to feel any physical pain right now. So why do I feel like something's -

Corrine.

My eyes immediately dart around my surroundings, it feels like everything was moving in slow motion. People were yelling at me, but nothing was getting through.

I make no attempt to prevent John B and my sister from getting in our truck. To be honest, I'd rather they take it than the two random people.

We can always steal it back again.

As I begin to run, I manage to break free from someone's tight grip on my wrist. I couldn't see her, but she was the only thing on my mind right now. I had no idea if she was all right.

"Rafe!" My dad's voice sounded like we were underwater. It sounded so far, but I think that was just the adrenaline pumping viscously through my veins.

The truck almost hits me, which I think John B did on purpose. But I again, managed to dodge that bullet.

When the truck is gone, that's when I see her. I feel myself stop abruptly in my steps as I stare in complete shock.

She was on the ground.

Covered in blood.

"Fuck," I say loudly. I continue my sprint towards her still body, which hasn't moved from the couple of seconds I laid eyes on her. "Corrine!"

I finally get to her after what feels like a hundred years, and sink to my knees. My hands immediately fall to the place where blood was pouring out.

"Corrine?" I ask, she was awake. Her eyes were open, staring into the sky above her. After a couple of seconds her eyes flash to me, like it took her that long to register my voice.

"Help me, " She whispers, it seems like it took her everything to get that out. This was a scene from my nightmares. I shake my head as I squeeze my eyes shut. I try to push the anger back down from inside of me, and focus on her.

"Dad?" I call out from behind me. I could tell he was trying to deal with the gold, but right now we needed to focus on her. "Dad! God fucking dammit, get over here!"

I could hear his footsteps hitting the pavement as he ran over, and in a second or two he was kneeling down on the other side of Corrine.

"Call 911," I snap. I look at him, to see he was still processing what was going on. His eyes flash up to me in fear. "Be helpful for once in your god damn life and call 911! Now!" He immediately pulls out his phone, his hands trembling as he does so.