The Sinner (kellic)

chapter 3

As I'm packing up what little belongings I have in the motel room, I realize I kind of made a really stupid, spur of the moment decision. Yeah I'm going to be staying with a rich as fuck Christian family, but I still have my 'job'. I can only imagine Father Bostwick's face if he finds out I'm technically a drug dealer. It's not too late to back out. I pause in my room, debating. Kellin's cute little innocent face comes to mind and I decide the pros out way the cons, so I continue with my task. When I'm finished I go back outside where kellin is waiting in his car. The entire ride here after dinner kellin refused to speak to me, which I found incredibly amusing. He already dislikes me.

"Let's go home Kelly." I sigh, putting on my seat belt and turning to smile at kellin, who sits stiffly in his seat, glaring straight ahead.

"Please don't call me that." He says through clenched teeth, starting the car. I pull a pout, jetting out my bottom lip.

"Why not? We're practically family now." I say, trying not to laugh.

"No we aren't. I'm sorry but I don't think you are a nice person." He says, biting his lip as if he said something terrible.

"That's not a very Christian thing to say." I tsk, shaking my head. I'm probably having more fun teasing the poor kid then I should. He makes it so easy though.

"You're right I'm sorry." He says sounding genuinely apologetic, which just makes me laugh. Kellin looks really conflicted so I decide to mess with him a little more.

"No you were right. I'm very bad." I drop my voice an octave lower, making my voice as seductive as I can and dropping my hand to his knee. His leg practically spasms out of my grip and the car swerves dramatically, earing us honks from the other drivers.

"Jesus Christ!" I shout, snapping my seat belt on and holding onto the handle above the door.

"Sorry! Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!" Kellin shouts righting the car, his intensely blue eyes wide.

"What the hell man!" I try and control my beating heart, turning my head to look at kellin with surprised annoyance. He stays staring straight ahead, wide eyed.

"Stop swearing!" kellin continues to yell, keeping his eyes on the road so he doesn't kill us. I'm still trying to recover from the last time so I don't argue. I leave Kellin alone for the rest of the ride. I didn't think the kid would try to kill us. I make a note in the back of my mind to never mess with kellin in the car again. The kid is kind of unstable.

When we finally make it back to the house, thankfully in one piece, neither kellin nor I mention what happened. I guess we're both trying to keep up a good image in front of his parents.

"Kellin can you please show Vic to his room and make sure he feels welcome and comfortable. It's getting late so we'll give you the full tour of the house tomorrow dear." Lisa says kindly. Even though these people are weird as hell and super religious, I kind of like them. At least Father Bostwick and Lisa. I'm not sure about kellin yet. He's attractive but he's also kind of crazy. Kellin takes my bag from me politely and leads me to a shiny spiral staircase without a word. I follow, admiring the room that we're in. It looks like some kind of sitting area with a large couch, plush chairs and a large fireplace to complete the picture.

Walking up the stairs we enter a large empty, open room with one wall made of glass. We don't linger here though. Kellin immediately leads me down a hall with a high ceiling and to a closed white door with a gold colored door knob.

"This is your room. There's a privet bathroom in there an there's another one right there." He points at another door that's also closed down the hall. I nod and, without another word, kellin stalked off, obviously more than ready to get away from me. I don't let him bother me though, and open the door to my new room.