The Sinner is You

Chapter Twelve

Chester's POV
I got in my house and curled into a ball on the couch. I couldn't stop shaking. Either Mike or his bitch wife were going to rat me out to the police. I couldn't go to prison. I wouldn't survive. Tears started falling down my face as I continued to shake. This was Sam's fault. It was all her fault.

"I fucking hate you, you goddamn worthless bitch!" I screamed as I entered my room.

"What the hell is your problem?" She snapped back.

"You! All you do is sleep around, waste my hard earned money, and fuck up my life!"

"Hard earned? Please. All you have to do is sell yourself."

"At least I have a fucking job. I do everything for you and I don't get anything in return!" I started to realize there was no chance I was going to calm down. It was easy to tell this was going to quickly become one of our worst fights.

"We'd have more money if you didn't waste them on drugs! What are you even bitching about?"

"Thanks to you I'm probably going to prison. Which means you'll be fucking homeless!"

"Actually Jessica just moved back to Arizona so, have fun in prison."

I stormed out off the room. Jessica was Sam's best friend who had to move out of state. I grabbed the coffee pot and chucked it at the wall. I watched it shatter and I began to cry harder. My life was falling apart and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

Mike's POV
I entered my house with the urge to call Chester. I wanted check up on him.

"I know who Chester really is." Anna sounded pissed.

"Hello to you too." I started going through my phone.

"This is serious, Micheal. I don't want you talking to him anymore."

"Yes, mom." I replied sarcastically.

"I know he's a prostitute and a druggie. I told him to stop contacting you."

"What? Why?" My head snapped up. "Cause he's not the greatest person in the world or he doesn't have the greatest life?"

"He's a bad person, Micheal."

"He's really not, if you bothered to talk to him. He just has his own problems."

"Why are you hanging around a prostitute?"

"You really want to know?"

"That's why I asked."

"I've been having an affair with him cause I don't love you. I had to force myself to pleasure you. Everytime you got me off I had to think of him or some other guy. I never cared about having a baby on accident, I just was disgusted by the idea of having sex with you. Everytime work called me to come in late I was really with him. Oh and our comfy bed? I fucked him there too."

I looked at Anna who began crying. I never meant to tell her this harshly, but how dare she mess with my Chazzy. I didn't feel an ounce of remorse.

"You can consider this me asking for a divorce." I said as I took of my wedding ring and threw it on the ground. "And if anything happens to Chester I won't hesitate to ruin your life. Leave him alone."

I grabbed my keys and started driving to Chester's house. I wanted nothing more than to hold him. Poor thing was probably terrified. It didn't take very long to get to his house. The door was unlocked and I didn't bother knocking. Chester was crying on the couch.

"Mike? What are you doing here? You can't be here, just go home. Please just go home." Chester said panicked.

"Shhhhh. It's okay, baby. Nothings going to happen, okay? I took care of it." I cooed and put my arm around him.

"Please don't let anything happen to me." He whimpered.

"Nothing will happen. I love you."

"I love you too."

I kissed him gently. He was such a sweet person. I grabbed a blanket resting on the arm and wrapped it around us. He rested his head on my shoulder and we sat there for hours. Chester sat up and started fixing his hair.

"I have to go to work."

"Do you have too?" I pulled him into a hug and laid back.

"Yeah. Money's tight right now." He kissed me and started getting ready.

I decided I didn't want to be alone with Sam and left shortly after he did.

Chester POV
The night was over and all of us guys were in the break room hanging out. It was nice to be able to talk to them. We all got along great.

"Your turn, Chester. Worst experience?" Brad sat forward. I groaned and took a sip of my beer.

"Where do I start?" I asked getting a laugh from the guys.

"Okay, I got one. This happened a little while ago. So, I came in late meaning I was going to get all the rejects. I see this one guy dressed in a suit so, I thought this guy must have some money. I go over to him, start flirting with him a bit and I get him to come with me to my room. I ask him what he wanted and he asked if I had a whip. Right there I started freaking out, but I need money. I get him a whip and he starts just beating my back with it, no remorse or anything. I start thinking I was going to end up bleeding. He's whipping me calling me things like whore or slut then he finally stops. I was hoping he got out all out all his aggression, but I was wrong. He starts fucking me and decides it'd be a good idea to scrape his nails down my back. Thankfully, he didn't last long."

"Don't lie Chester. You liked being whipped." Brad laughed.

"Not really my thing, but I'll be sure to give you your whip back." I smiled.

For once in a long time I felt okay.

Sorry if the ending was weird but I found it funny.