The Sinner is You

Chapter Three

Chester woke with a start, his heart pounding from the nightmare that took over his dream. As usual, it revolved around his work and the clients that took it too far. He hated his job, as he should, and he hated the nightmares, but it was his life and he told himself he had to take it.

Shaking off the clouding thoughts that followed his dreams, he dug through the drawers next to his bag, tugging out a small, plastic bag and a glass pipe. He sat up in his bed, opening the baggie and taking out the crystals, plopping them into the pipe. He closed the bag and put it back, pulling out his blow-torch lighter, smoking the meth with ease. He was glad that his addiction hadn't ruined his teeth like some of the other addicts who chose to smoke the drug.

Meth was never his choice drug, but it hooked onto him like a fish on a line. No matter how many times he tried, he could never get over it. He preferred the drugs that made him trip out, rather than cause paranoia. He even enjoyed pot more than meth, as he got over the negative effects of it long ago. He had only started working his job to pay bills, but it soon became purely for his drug addiction.

He rolled out of bed and tugged on a small sweatshirt, that appeared baggy on him, as he's always struggled with keeping his weight up. He followed up with a pair of black skinny jeans, hoping that he could blend in with the common crowd when he went out, instead of looking like a drugged up stripper - or a prostitute. He had decided he needed to get more CDs to expand on his choice of songs at work, he was sick of dancing to the same three songs over and over again each night.

With another deep sigh, he wondered if he should bring along some pot to calm his nerves while he's around other people. While on meth, he was constantly paranoid that people would recognize him from the club or else he'd think everyone could see straight through him. He decided to settle with just bringing his cigarettes, taking out one from his full pack and already lighting it up, replacing it with a pre-rolled joint.

With another heavy breath, he set out into the world.

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Mike woke up next to Anna, still thrilled over the events that occurred the previous night. He couldn't get the blonde out of his head since the moment he saw him, being able to have sex with the guy was more exciting than he could describe and only pushed him further down the path of a slight obsession. Kitty was the first man he's ever had any gay experiences with and he hoped that he managed to stick in the other man's head as he was in his.

He heard Anna stir and automatically started getting out of bed, hoping she wouldn't talk to him. He'd been trying to push her away since he realized he was gay, but he was sure he'd try even harder after he confirmed he enjoyed having gay sex, even with a prostitute. He started heading for the bathroom, but of course, his escape wasn't so easy.

"Hey, honey, how was work?" Anna asked, which was followed by a deep yawn. He turned and gave her a fake smile, seeing her stretch her arms and puff her chest out, trying to crack her back.

"Work's work," He pushed the subject away and quickly changed the subject, "What're the plans for today?"

"Well, I wanted to purchase this audiobook from the music store today, maybe visit my parents. Did you have anything you wanted to do?" She asked sweetly, which angered Mike. He wanted Anna to lash out at him, get pissed off, do something that would justify him leaving her, but alas, she was the perfect wife. She never argued with him, she cooked him meals, and cleaned the house all day while he worked.

"Music store, sounds good. Wanna head out soon?" He choppily asked, hoping he didn't sound suspicious. She smiled again and nodded.

"Sure thing, just have to shower... Care to join me?" She smirked and he let out a nervous laugh, deciding he absolutely didn't need to shower any time she's around.