Chris Pine Imagines

A confession (Luther Scott)

It was early in the morning, the sun hadn't even risen, and everything and everyone was quiet except for Luther. He hopped down from the fence, and climbed up into your room.

"Luther!" You whispered, "What are you doing?!?"

He grabbed you, placing his hand over your mouth and dragged you over to the couch. He sat next to you, his entire body was shaking,

"I have a confession to make..." He whispered,

"I'm not a priest..." You responded, getting up but he pulled you back down.

"I'm only telling you, because I trust you, even though I made a promise to Robbie not to tell anyone at all..." His blue eyes bore deep into your soul when he said that. You nodded, slowly.

"What is it...?" You asked,

"I've killed someone." He breathes out, turning away from you. You gasped in horror,

"What?" You asked aloud, and once again he placed his hand over your mouth,

"Shut it!" He hissed into your ear. A tear ran down his cheeks and cupped your face, his lips latching onto yours,

"I'm scared." He whispered, after pulling away.
You ruffled his hair a bit, trying to calm him down,

"We'll work something out, even though you committed a sin..." You whispered back and glared at you.

"Alright, just calm down." You stayed before getting up to find something for him to drink. He sat there, still shaking and regretting what he had done...