Little White Lies (editing)

Faneuil Hall

Vincent couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned all night. He felt sick to his stomach and extremely uneasy.

It frustrated him to no end. Why wouldn't his brain just shut off!? It wasn't what happened. It couldn't have been.

He didn't care. He was a sh*t human and he never pretended not to be so why would he actually give a damn now?

He concluded he was still horny so he called his good ole girl Carol over. Carol was a busty blonde with a body a man would get on his knees for. But she was also as rugged as the men. She always hung around the crew like one of the boys.

She was Vincent's oldest companion and probably the most loyal.

Carol sashayed in with red lingerie complimenting her figure and bright red lip stick so well. Vincent felt his body give the 'go' signal from the view of Carol's body. "You just can't get enough of me huh?" She taunted while pulling his clothes off.

"Look at you." She smiled.

Vincent pulled her mouth to his kissing her so passionately, Carol's confident act was stunned. Vincent was never this passionate before in fact he has barely kissed her before. He kissed her and kissed her, looking for something missing. But it seemed he didn't find it when he pulled away.

Carol groaned rolling off of him. "What's wrong with you Vinny?" She caressed his chest.  Vincent rolled his eyes before reaching for his box of cigars. Carol wanted a drag so she motioned for one too.

"Nothing's wrong I just need a second." Carol scoffed annoyed at his passiveness.
"Vin you're the horniest b*stard I know. We go at it like rabbits and this has never happened before." She pouted. "Am I not pretty enough anymore?"

Vincent chuckled. "Quit messing aroun'  Carol, you know you're a beautiful b*tch." That comment made Carol smile as she laid next to him. She traced his abs with her fingers.

"So Vincent who is she?" She asked. Vincent opened an eye. "Who's who?" He grunted. "The lady who put the hearts in your eyes obviously."

Vincent laughed. "Carol you of all people know I'm not interested in anything close to that."  Carol rolled her eyes. "So she doesn't exist huh?"

Vincent shook his head. Carol got curious by his passive behavior. "So she lives in Boston? She's an actress? She's a blue collar? She's married?" Vincent didn't even think before mumbling "unhappily married."

A huge smile broke out Carol's face. "Aha you cheat! You just confessed!" She jumped up excited. "Who's the doll? I would love to meet the girl who swept my Vinny's heart." Vincent pushed Carol so she fell off the bed.

"Aye, there's no need to be violent Vin!" She grumbled. "But seriously what's she like?" Vincent sighed. "Nothing special about her she's an overweight negro." Carol's expression turned from amusement to shock.

"You're in love with a negro?" She whispered. "No Carol! Just shut your f*cking trap and listen alright?" Vincent scolded her.

Carl flipped him off with a frown before waiting for him to finish the story.

"Her husband and his gang were taking my sh*t and selling it as their own, not giving me a buck. So in compensation for a week, He handed me his wife and I f*cked her real good in their family bed. That's it, that is all." Carol was still in shock.

"So why are you so choked up about it if she was just a f*ck Vincent? And you sure you're not attracted to her?" Carol interrogated. Vincent groaned in annoyance. Carol could be so nosy and irritable at times.

"Maybe I feel a twinge of guilt because I know her husband beat the hell out of her once we left. I am a lot of things but I'm not a fan of hitting women." He grumbled honestly. Suddenly Carol got angry and starting hitting Vincent.

"HOW COULD YOU VIN!" She yelled at him. Vincent was taken off guard. Carol never yelled at him. "Woman control yourself! Why are you yelling like ya got no sense?" He hissed at her.

"YOU KNOW HER HUSBANDS BEATIN ON HER AND YOU LEFT HER THERE?!" She exclaimed. "HE IS GONNA KILL HER VINCE!" Tears formed in Carol's eyes.

Vincent felt more guilty now. Carol never cried. He should have known better than to tell her this. Carol's daddy was a drunk and would beat and rape Carol when she was younger. When she turned 16 she met Vince and when they turned 20 he took care of it.

That guilt slamming into his chest again. It wasn't something he was used to.

'She's not actually used to this.'

That damn voice entered his brain again.

Carol shook her head angrily, shooting up out of the bed gathering her belongings. "I can't believe you Vincent." She growled. Vincent rolled his eyes annoyed with her dramatics.

"Carol relax hun I'm sure she's fine. She chose to stay with the man ain't nothing in my job description that resembles a knight." Carol walked up to Vincent and slapped him.

"Fix it Vince now." Her voice icy as she walked towards the door slamming it shut. Now Vincent was sex deprived, angry and guilty. He'd go back in a few weeks to make sure the b*tch was alive so that Carol wouldn't hate him forever.

"Carol I was doing business. It's not my job to!" He yelled at the empty hall.

He sighed into his hands before flopping back on the bed.