“Did you fuck her?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“I wasn’t interested in having sex with anyone at that time.”
“She should be in jail.”
“You should be thanking her.”
“Are you mad?” Cin sputters.
“How do you think I learned to fuck the way I do? Not many teenage boys fuck like me. I’ve made you orgasm in less than three minutes more than once by eating your pussy. I bet Trevor has never done that.”
“If I had to choose between you not being molested or me being fucked well, I’d choose the former.”
“How old were you when you lost your virginity?”
“Sixteen.”
“With Trevor?”
“Yes.”
“He’s the only one you’ve been with besides me?”
“Yes. How many girls have you been with?”
“Shit if I know.”
“Have you ever had a girlfriend?”
“Nope.”
“Why?”
“Having one never appealed to me.”
The entrance to the cemetery appears in the distance. How the hell did we get here so fast?
“We’re here,” I croak.
“Do you remember where he’s buried?”
“I could never forget.”
I drive through the gates and park near the cedar tree where Cole rests.
I lay my head against the steering wheel, hyperventilating.
“I. Can’t. Breathe.”
Cin rubs my back with a firm, reassuring hand. “It’s okay. We can stay in the car for a little while.”
Get yourself together Art. You didn’t come all this way to not follow through.
I compose myself. “No, I’m ready.”
