Sinful || H.S.

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A sliver of moonlight beams through the tall, iron gates of the decrepit building, casting shadows on the puddles formed after the light shower Berkton received a few minutes ago.

Another gust of wind blows, sending my chattering teeth into a frenzy and causes me to pull my coat closer to my body. Streaks of white and brown hair untie themselves from my not-so-skilful bun and blow in every direction.

That, however, does not distract me from today's mission. My determined eyes sweep over the multistorey brick-built monstrosity standing in front of me. Much to my dismay, I can feel the goosebumps form and cover every inch of my wrinkled skin, reminding me that I was afraid. In spite of everything, I was still afraid.

The valiant side of me was long gone. All that was left now was a feeble, scrawny and tremendously guilty old lady, ready to face the music. "This is what he would have wanted." I remind myself, before trudging towards the rusted gate.

I suck in a deep breath as I reach the shanty, knocking lightly on the wooden door to pull the security guard out of his deep slumber.

His drowsy eyes snap into alertness and his hand involuntarily reaches for the gun discreetly hidden under his camo-print uniform. Once he realises that the stooping lady facing him does not pose a threat, his tight grip unwinds from his holster and his stiff posture loosens.

"Are you lost, madam?" He asks politely, a small smile sporting his face. Dimples pop onto both his cheeks, taking me back to the fond memories of-

Of someone I had wished would not make their way into my head right now.

The thoughts divert my attention for a second, before I realise I have to focus on the matter at hand. I shake my head at the young man. "I would like to meet with Officer James. The matter is urgent. Please, let me in."

The guard's wary eyes glance at his watch. 3:14 flashed brightly on his wrist. He glanced at me and back at the lit up screen, the bold, red font making him raise an eyebrow.

He looks at me unsurely, then speaks, "I am sorry madam but the chief is surely asleep by now. Could you come by again, tomorrow? I am sure he would set aside some time on his schedule for you. I will ask him first thing AM."

"I think he will meet me right now. Please, convey the message if you could?" I plead, feigning my best puppy dog face.

He lets out an exasperated groan, once again looking down at the scarlet writing on his fancy iWhatever accessory. "Ma'am it's three hours past midnight, I really cannot wake the chief up right now. Please, return in four hours and I promise you, you will be the first face he sees this morning."

I so strongly wish I could punch this man into a coma and jump over the elephantine gates like my eighteen-year-old-self would have, but in my current state, I doubt that is an option.

Well, I guess it is time then. I stand up straight, folding my arms across my chest. Giving the guard a blank look, I say "Tell him Sin is here. To confess."

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