Scarleton Series I : Before the Cult by Sandy Masia Read Free Book Online Page A

matched with someone willing?” She
smiled.
    “I don’t know.
One in twenty thousand?” I laughed. Then I looked down on my lap as
my countenance changed into something sombre and revealing of the
inner turmoil. “You are an honest looking woman maybe you can help
me figure something out.”
    “Maybe I am.”
She smiled and took a large gulp of the beer.
    “I have done
something really bad and now I realized it might have been all for
nothing. And if that is the case, I don’t think I could live with
the things I have done. I thought it was all for a good reason and
now it doesn’t look that way.”
    Nodding she
glanced down then took a sip from the can. “Sounds really
serious.”
    “It is. I don’t
know what to do. I don’t feel guilty. I am just worried of what
happen next and if there is a next for me.”
    “Do you mind
being specific or is it something you can’t tell a stranger on the
internet about?
    I stayed quiet
for a while. “No. I don’t think it is something I can tell anyone
just yet.”
    She shrugged.
“Maybe you should see someone. It really helps.”
    “What do you
mean?”
    “A therapist.
Are there therapists in your area? If there aren’t find someone you
can talk to who won’t tell anybody, like a priest.” She took a
sip.
    I nodded. “I’ll
think about it?” I downed what was left of my glass. I poured
myself another glass and raised it. “Thank you.”
    She grinned.
“You’re welcome.”
    I took a sip
and watched her, the veil of shame falling on my shoulders. She
reciprocated the thought filled silence with a gaze of her own. It
was the type of a pause in a conversation where minds retired to
their private rooms for miniature consultation before resuming.
There was a lot to be talked about, that did not mean I was without
worry. After sharing something of this magnitude the mood sours and
the flow of conversation is jarred which could led to the end of
the connection all together. The end of the connection would be a
hurtful thing, a form of rejection that I could not be able to
stand now. Joni might have been a lifeling stranger on the
internet but something about her was comforting and reassuring more
than the drink in my hand. I hang off the edge of a chasm and she
gave the only hand keeping me from falling, I dreaded what lay at
the bottom.
    Joni cleared
her throat and flicked her hair, then let out a weary sigh.
    “Are you gonna
skip me now?” I asked.
    She shook her
head. “No. Why?”
    “You
promise?”
    She squinted.
“Sure, I will stay.”
    “Thank you. I
really need this.” I paused. “You know a lot of people would leave
me right about now. People can’t stand people being honest. You are
a good person. I mean why can’t people stand each other and be with
each other through such times?”
    She grinned,
nodding. “Yeah. Very true.”
    Then the screen
went blank, she had skipped me.
     
2
     
    The smoke from
Macfearson’s cigarette filled the room. He reclined in his chair
and stared straight through the wooden floor while he flicked
cigarette ashes to the floor, not bothering with an ashtray. His
left leg tapped on the floor, trembling.
    “What we do now
is just pull back and don’t do anything that can make us get caught
while we think through what just happened to us. There is no need
for us to be anxious as that could draw attention our way,”
Macxermillio said. “We must remember that the whole point of this
was to establish some sort of credibility. We may be disappointed
and taken aback by this but this scratches at least one method off
the list.”
    “We are
fucked!” I said. “Now we dug ourselves so deep that we may never
get out. What if we get arrested and we never get a chance to
pursue home? The law will be on us. It is only a matter of time and
I don’t believe we are any close to getting out of here.”
    Macfearson
shrugged. “There is still a possibility that we did not do it the
right way.” he flicked the cigarette butt to