His Job

2003

-Backyard-

"You are out of your fucking mind if you think I'm following you in there!"

"What ever, just put your phone on vibrate and wait by the car"

"How long is it going to take?"

...well thats comforting. Man I really hope there is no one in there. I don't know what this prick is capable of. I know for sure that this isn't his first time. He's too calm. I'm out side and my hands are still shaking from the adrenaline. I just hope he doesn't call me to go back inside and help him. Last thing I need is a fucking B&E charge.

I just can't stop imagining how bad this can go. All these random thoughts and images. Someone being in the house. A nosy neighbor spotting us. Cops coming out of nowhere. And the worst one out of all of them is my girl finding out. I made her a promise...

Just looking at this house makes me feel uneasy. I know what we're doing is wrong but frankly, I don't have a choice. And that prick in there knows that. He knows that I won't leave him. Which makes me feel even worse, its like I'm trapped. I say I don't have a choice, but its me that puts me in these fucking situations. As if subconsciously I get rid of all the other possible options...leaving me with the worst one.

No, no, no! Why did the light on the second floor just turn on?