The Sinner (kellic)

chapter 2

I realize that I've made a mistake a few hour after I get back from church. I'm broke. I need money and I only work at night. How the hell am I supposed to work if I'm at some freakin Jesus loving shindig? I can be such an idiot. I can't exactly cancel. They own the place I'm sleeping at. I groan at my own idiocy and throw myself on the semi clean bed.

I lay around the motel room for a while, making phone calls and setting up business deals. Since being cut off from my family, and my only source of money, I've kind of started my own business. When I was in school, my parents wanted me to focus on school and school alone so I didn't have a job. They supported me fully. When I was kicked out I was left with no place to stay and no way to make money. I was lucky enough to have my best friend Jamie take me in for a while. He got sick of my mooching pretty soon though, and set me up as a sort of delivery man. He gets marijuana from someone and I get it to the customer. It worked out for a while until Jamie got greedy and shit kind of hit the fan. Long story short I'm on the street, selling for Jamie's source. I don't sell anything to extreme just the occasional bag of coke at the most. It makes me a decent amount of money. If only father Bostwick knew where I got the money to stay here.

I had planned to go by the male strip club, Pretty Guys in Thigh Highs, tonight but obviously that plan is going to be put on hold. Being a friend of the owner, I make good money sitting around and waiting for a random desperate guys to pick me up. I'm not a full time prostitute or anything like that, I just do it when I'm low on money. I make great money when I do but I'm not that fond of it.

Exactly at six there's a knock on my door. I sigh and get up from the bed that I've been lying on the entire day. I honestly think about ignoring him and hoping he goes away but I remembered he probably has a key, so I answer the door tiredly.

"Hey uh Vic. you ready to go?" kellin asks trying to put on a welcoming smile and failing. I roll my eyes at his poor attempt and nod, stepping out of the room and closing the door.

"After you." I gesture in annoyance. I know it's not his fault his weird dad wants me over but I can't take the frustrated tone out of my voice. Honestly the kid looks like he doesn't want to be anywhere near me. Kellin nods and hurries toward the parking lot, not checking to see if I'm even following. That's ok it gives me a chance to check him out. For an avid church goer who seems to have a stick up his ass, he looked really good. I notice how tight and fit said ass looks in his khaki pants. Kellin finally stops at a small silver Prius and climbs in the driver's seat. I roll my eyes at the stupid conservative car and climb in the passenger seat silently.

"It was really nice of you to agree to this dinner." Kellin breaks the silence as he starts to drive. I shrug in disinterest, already wanting this whole thing to be over. I can probably still make it to the club after the dumb dinner.

"You won't regret letting god into your heart." He continues despite my silence. I snort at that.

"Look kid I'm just doing this so your dad doesn't kick me out of the room." I say, looking out the passenger window. I guess I'm being mean but I'm in a bad mood.

"Oh. Well still thanks." He replies, his high pitched voice dropping. I look back at him and he seems a little down and I know it's because I'm being an ashole.

"Sorry I just had plans tonight." I sigh. Kellin nods but stays quiet the rest of the ride. It's not a long one thankfully. We pull up to a giant clean cut white house, complete with freshly trimmed hedges and a white picket fence.

"Damn how many people live here?" I ask with my mouth slightly agape as kellin and I exit his car.

Kellin cringes at the swear and I remind myself to behave.