A little bit of sin Chapter 20.1

I know I put a 19.1 at the last chapter, but there is no more for that chapter. it was long enough.

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He was two miles away from the property before he realized that he was at the exact location that the incident happened. At that point he also realized that in his anger and frustration to leave he was still holding the manila envelope.

His gut dropped for a moment as his brain flashed hard about the woman’s body coming through the windshield sobering him up instantly and then grabbing the wheel as Frank grabbed his neck to hold the shard of glass in place so he wouldn’t bleed out.

Stopping in his tracks, he turned the way Frank had been driving that day. ‘Get your foot off the
gas!’ he remembered screaming.

Falling to his knees to hold his brain that felt it was about to burst from so many memories, the contents in his stomach emptied out in his next breath and he prayed no one came down the road.

He would surely be under a car. ‘Or through the windshield.’ This thought made him throw up again.

‘Nigger bitches like you can come up dead all the time this way. You better leave town fast.’

She hadn’t left town fast like he’d tried to warn her, but he had been intoxicated and heavily drugged at the time. Of course she wouldn’t.

Standing up slowly holding his stomach, he forced himself to concentrate and remember the scene.

Her car was parked on the side of the road out of the way… with the hood up. Something was wrong.

‘Think. Think.’

He remembered at the gas station where he’d seen her… something was leaking… fluid…’Shit! Brake fluid.’

Why didn’t he tell her? It was a significant leak and that’s why he noticed it quickly. It brought back the days… the days of working in the garage that he had forgotten about. He could have fixed it with his eyes closed.

“We better follow her,” he ordered after taking a big gulp of Frank’s whiskey bottle. “F-Follow her.”

“I don’t want to follow no niggar. I told you I gots to get home to my daddy and tell him bout what I did.”

“She’s fucking going the same way. Fucking follow her,” he sneered harshly.

By this time she must have gotten about a mile ahead of them and Frank was pissed because whenever Colin was adamant about something, he couldn’t refuse.

There was knocking coming from the back seat.

“Shut up back there!’ Frank sneered at their kidnapped victim. ‘I’m telling Pa what I seen you doing. He’s going to beat your ass.’

“Why the fuck you put him in the trunk? What the fuck was he doing so wrong you put him in there?”

“Your ass sleeps to damn much, Colin,” Frank said laughing hysterically throwing his head back.

There was rambunctious knocking on the back seat.

“Slow the fuck down.” Colin ordered.

“You drive, high motherfucker! I told you I gots to get home to my Daddy!” He squinted his eyes to the front. “Look there, she’s on the side! I should run her ass over.” He cackled again.

Overwhelmed with nausea as Frank weaved from side to side wildly on the road, raucously.
“Wahooooo!” he screamed hanging halfway out the window.

Colin tried to grab the wheel to stop Frank from weaving erratically.

“Let go of the wheel! Let it go, Colin!” Frank sneered still weaving harshly.

He put his head between his legs to calm his stomach down, but it seemed Frank was getting worse and Colin sat up to see how close they were to the girl.

“Stop fucking around!’ Colin barely got out before the body came through the windshield and
Frank let go of the wheel. Colin heard a truck honk several times and though his vision was blurred, he pulled the steering wheel automatically to the right to avoid smashing into the front of the trunk.

The wind and dirt came through the busted windshield and he looked over at Frank who had both hands on his neck. Frank gurgled but a cup full of blood just ran out of his mouth.

“D-Don’t talk, F-Frank,” Colin cried. “I-I’ll get to the hospital.”

Frank’s foot pressed down on the accelerator and Colin barely kept the car straight, but he briefly saw the body behind them in the rearview mirrors just lying in the middle of the road.

Tears welled up in his eyes and reality slapped him in the face.

Colin could still feel everything as if it had just happened all over and he held his stomach tightly wrapping his arms around his waist to quell the upset. Fighting the urge to throw up again, he turned around to look at where her car had been parked.

Any remnants were gone, but his imagination was clear as day. She had the hood up and there had been on the side looking down into it. Opening up the envelope, he went through the pictures. There were photos taken of the car as it was being towed.

Someone had even taken a picture under the hood. Colin started walking towards town again staring at all the pictures.

A cold realization hit him just as he reached the main street and he knew he had to talk to the only person who still really hated him.

Rubbing his jaw still remembering Jason’s punch to his face, Colin wondered could he find the information to locate him without contacting his sister. He wasn’t about to stir up that fire in his loins again.

A little bit of sin won't hurt Chapter 20.1 (c) Sylvia Hubbard. All Rights Reserved