Something filthy about Mr.Haynes

Loyal

Sam's POV

I lift another cold bottle of beer to my lips and watch at the man in front. He's keeping silent, making me tense and both nervous, while I do everything, but meet his gaze.

I have to tell him the truth about Haynes, what he's doing, who he is. This is a purpose of our little meeting, but I don't like the idea where it's going. Seems he's about to make some move, that's the only explanation for this sudden phone call, that lured me in here.

"Do you trust him?"-Morgan asks me, sarcastic grin falling down his lips.

Of course. With my life probably. "I do. In some way."

"Well. You shouldn't."

"Why am I here, Morgan?"-i ask straight and finally force myself to look him in the eyes. "And why did you insist meeting in this abandoned shit-hole?"

"They serve good coffee here."

This gets me off guard, like I honestly would believe it. I know there's some catch and i'm sure i'll figure it out. "We meet for good coffee? Seriously?"

His expression remains calm and collected while I'm becoming frustrated more each second. I was delaying this moment for months already, but I knew he'll force me to come to the daylight one day and just spill the words out. And as much as I hated this all- I just wanted it to be over.

I am doubting. I'm not sure myself what's happening with Haynes and what was there I could tell Morgan. And what sick details I have to hide from him. This crazy blood sample we did the other day wasn't making the situation any easier. I'm not sure whether I should run few more tests to be sure or blame it on some awkward mistake I did with it.

"To talk,"-he cuts to the chase,-"is he behaving good with girls?"

"Yes",-i mumble,-"despite, you know, potion part,"- i lie instead, even though creepy memories crosses my mind.

All those things Chad was doing to girls, beating, bounding and raping. It was nothing more, but what we all wanted and actually did ourselves on some occasions.

So the big question pondering in my mind now is- are we being punished for keeping silent and moreover- cooperating when all this drifts to the surface?

This all is crazy. I sip some more beer and feel the cold bubbles fill my stomach, making me slightly light headed. I can't betray my friend, just not like that. Even though I wanna become someone more, not just the second man or a back up which I consider myself at times. I wanna be a leading man. That's what it all is about.

His eyes are demanding, but Morgan is drinking his coffee quietly, his features calm to the sickness. I'm getting anxious, seeing him stir the little spoon in a mug, making the sound echo in entire coffee place.

The waitress comes with more coffee in a glass kettle for Morgan and saves me for another moment.

"One more, please,"-i nod at my beer and smile to her charmingly she starts blushing.

"In a minute, sir."

I follow her petite ass leaving our table and disappearing behind the counter. I hardly swallow and turn to face Morgan once more.

He's sitting straight, almost unnaturally, his white designer suit looks perfect, matching with his waxed shoes and i'm sure it's quite too expensive for this shitty coffee place. Morgan's fingers with massive golden rings keep tapping the wooden table insistently, making me sweat in my seat and breathe raspy.

"Tell me,"-he orders, making me pull my eyes at him, various versions of truth playing in my mind and i'm too nervous to pick one fast. Instead I concentrate my thoughts on the labels of a beer bottle to make myself occupied.