Thank Satan

For a while now I could tell he wanted to ask me something. He looked like he was on the verge of opening his mouth and spitting it out. I used the hand shower to rinse my hair.

"Say it"

"Now's really not the time" It didn't really matter anymore, couldn't he see that? I'm going to jail and I couldn't care less about anything.

"Just say it. I'm pretty numb right now" I point to the empty glass of wine.

"That bastard.. how far-" He couldn't seem to form the words. There was a frown on his face and he was looking towards the floor. I haven't seen him be this hesitant since the moment we met.

"Not all the way, if that's what you're wondering. I didn't let it get that far" My voice turned quiet towards the last sentence. From what I recall he had- forget it. There's no point in remembering it. I don't want to remember it actually. I know what happened and it's best if I throw it out of my head and shove it away for the rest of my life.

He nodded slowly.