The Sinner is You

Chapter Thirteen

A/N: Lmao sorry I'm always late af to this story XD -BSkyeSoldier

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'Another day in the office,' Chester thought, then smirked. 'If by office, you mean whorehouse.'

He was feeling rather joyous for once when he walked through the doors, knowing someone was waiting for him once he was done with this Hell. It'd make a nice change for once, instead of going home just to fight with his ex. It was refreshing to think Mike would be there for him and was at the moment, alright with his current career choice. He wondered if he'd have to quit if things got serious, but quickly pushed the thoughts away, not wanting to get ahead of himself.

He headed to the back rooms and started to put on another slutty outfit. It all started to feel different to him. He hated these clothes, hated the clients, hated his boss - he wanted out, but he knew he couldn't. This was the perfect job for someone like him, who needed money that didn't have a paper trail, it made it easier for him to get the drugs he craved constantly. The thought of Mike making him go to rehab if they became a more serious thing crossed his mind and he immediately stuck a cigarette in his mouth to help him calm down.

He pulled his favorite lighter out of his pocket and flicked it, lighting the stick that seemed to always hit the spot when he was feeling nervous. He had rolled a few spliffs a while ago, but felt he didn't need both weed and tobacco at the moment and settled with the harsh, menthol cigarettes. They didn't have the same effects, but he felt his mind didn't need to buzz anymore than it already was on its own.

Leaving the back rooms, he decided to look around and see if there were any clients who'd want him, cigarette in hand. It was still extremely early in the night, so he didn't expect much, except desperate guys who just couldn't wait until passed midnight. He took a long drag of his cigarette and flicked the ashes on the ground, glancing at the potential customers. He was thankful he wasn't bothered today by his boss or co-workers and was free to wear and do what he want. Tonight seemed to be a good night.

At least, he thought so until he saw a familiar figure near the bar, talking with a worker, who had him turn around, then pointed directly at Chester. His breath felt caught in his throat and he smoked his cigarette again quickly to try and help himself calm down as he turned and started going back to the rooms, turning his head briefly to notice the figure was following him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," He repeated over and over, not wanting to confront his old friend. He went to his usual room and thought he might be able to hide in there as he continued smoking, his heart beating quickly and harshly, pounding in his chest. For a moment, he thought he lost him, until the door opened and he came in the room. "H-Hey, Rob."

"Chester," He breathed out, as if he still couldn't believe it was actually his old friend.

"How'd you find me?" He asked, trying his hardest not to look at him. He didn't want to show his friend that he went down the wrong path and ended up a drug addicted prostitute.

"I followed the smell of your cigarette smoke."

"No, not to this room!" Chester exclaimed and gave him a small smile, laughing dryly. "I see you're still the same idiot I remember you as."

"Hey, I take that to heart!" Rob smiled, glad to see Chester wasn't burying himself in self-loathing, but he came at a rather good time, the start to what could potentially lead to a better life. "Um, it took a lot of digging, but I just asked around and eventually I managed to find out you worked here."

"Oh," Chester bit his lower lip, unsure what to say. He felt shitty that Rob had to find out about his job through strangers. "I'm sorry for the trouble..."

"Don't be, I'm just glad I found you. Look, I'm not even going to ask about your drug use or anything, I just want to make sure you're okay," He set a hand on Chester's shoulder, making him flinch a bit. Rob frowned, knowing that wasn't a good sign. "Chaz... You shouldn't be working in a place like this. I can tell it's fucking you up."

"So what? I'm fucked up anyway," Chester argued and Rob sighed deeply, trying to make eye contact with his old friend, who was looking everywhere but at him. "There's not much more anyone or anything can do to me. I'm about as worse as they get."

"Don't say shit like that about yourself, Chester," Rob said firmly, hating the fact that he seemed so different than he had last he'd seen him. "What in the world happened to you? You're not the same person I remember you as."

"Life happened, Rob. It came and fucked me up the ass while smoking a joint," He rolled his eyes and Rob wondered if Chester had smoked anything other than the cigarette today, but didn't want to bring the topic of drugs into this, knowing it would push Chester away. "I'm sorry if I disappoint you by being someone else, but I can't help that."

"It's not that you disappoint me, Chester, it's that I'm just shocked," Rob explained and sat on the bed he didn't know Chester had gotten fucked on at least a dozen times within the last week. "I never thought you'd resort to something like this."

"Seriously? I think you're the only one that thought that," Chester laughed a bit at Rob's ignorance.

"Or maybe I'm just the only one who thought you'd try to change your ways," He mumbled quietly, silencing Chester entirely. He wasn't sure what to say, he didn't realize Rob actually thought he'd try to recover. "I guess I was wrong. I should just go."

"Wait, Rob," Chester tried to stop him, but he had already left the room, leaving behind an eerie silence.

'So much for a good day,' He thought to himself bitterly.