Confession (First Chapter)

Left alone with Jamie and with a fork in hand, I stabbed a large strawberry, seeing that it spurted out its blood. Along with it were pieces of short shack.1

Jamie took it as a personal sign, moving his back closer to his seat. "So... let's talk."2

I bit in my piece, stabbed another one, pointed at him with the fork, and mumbled with food in my mouth. It's Jamie, for all the fuckin' politeness do I care.. "What's there to talk, dick breath? You come up my ass and got no place to sleep. You planned to come get me and that's one in a million chance you ever will. You will try smother with your dick to reel me in that shitty car of yours. Try that, I will tear it off with this fork." I jabbed the food-dripping fork in his face, making myself serious.3

People were looking in our directions, peering over our conversations. Jam seemed to know.4

"Hold it there!" He bit on my fork and ate my pieces. "Thanks, mama." He smirked while trying to look so innocuous.5

"If you need a mother to do some reminding, I will be glad to spank your ass of yours" I stabbed another pieces and put it to my mouth. "I will seriously feed your penis to a dog."6

He put his fist to his head and watched me, leaving me to eat in silence. I sighed, satified with food. Not full and not hungry anymore.7

"How was life without me in the picture, Cecil?" Jamie asked, trying to soften me up.8

"It's a boring life. But better without you, penis-breath." I emphasized at those last words.9

"How was your life, Jam?" Jamie spoke for me. "Are you OK? Do you feel lonely, like I do?" He grabbed his drink and drank it. "I am alright. I am OK. And I am lonely as hell, begging for some love like a bone-thin mutt."10

"What do you want me to say?" I asked bluntly.11

Jamie pulled an act. "Aww, I am sorry that you feel that way, love. Can I make it better if I make love with you in bed?"12

"Aww, I am sorry that you feel that way, pancake-face. Can I make it better if I slaughter you with a saw? First, your feet. Then your hands. Then your legs. Then your arms. Then your nipples. Then your head. Then your heart. Then lastly, your peni-"13

"Eww..."14

"Yeh, eww is right." I raised my hand, asking for the check and daring the waitress to, please, move her ass faster. She placed the check on the table. $8.67. I pulled out a buck. Whatever's left be as chance.15

When I walked out the restaurant, Jamie was already there. When he began to walk toward me, I left him where he was, walking further away from him. He managed to chase up. So, we were walking side by side.16

How can I ever get rid of him? He's so goddamn persistant, like a wad of gum on my hair. When I was formulating in mind of plots to kick him out, something so sharp and flashy flew by us. Whoosh. I looked at what it was when it hit the outside of a building. A silver knife.17

Jamie grabbed on my shoulder. "Fuck!" Before I could say anything, Jamie moved on to me, lifted me off the sidewalk, and ran with me dangling with my face near his hauling ass.18

"Jam, what are you doing!?" He didn't respond, which pissed me off. I pounded at his ass.19

"Motherfucker! Don't make my ass like clay! And please be still, for Jesus's sake!"20

I slackened and made two fists around the hem of his shirt, so to avoid busting my nose on his buttock. I watched everything in my sight goes farther and farther until I couldn't see straight. Shut my eyes. Opened my eyes.21

"Sweat Jesus!" I started slapping on his ass. Yeh, you can say I am the rider and he's my damn horse. I slapped his ass each time harder than before.22

"What you slapping my ass so hard!?" Oblivious to whoever are behind him.23

"There are men behind you! Faster! Faster!"24

He turned his head to see. He yelped at them. "I'm going! I'm going!" These men are built like no shit. Like they are some serious killers. For some reasons, I feel like we are deers being hunted by a pack of wolves.25

We were going through all these alleys and building until I lost the sense of our whereabout. We were going up the stairs in a building. It's amazing how Jamie can endure my weight and ran at the same speed without losing me. Where has he gotten the strength from? I wondered. We had gotten to the roof of a building. The whole time he was running, I had my eyes closed because I felt like barfing at any moment from all the dizziness. I could feel his head moved to right and left, looking at whatever he's looking over the roof. Then I had this bad feeling that he was going to do something...26

Jamie started running way faster than ever. Suddenly, Jamie stopped.27

What now? I thought.28

Before I knew what was happening, Jamie threw me over. Like, threw me into the air. I am just flying all over. Looking at all those pretty blueness of the sky. Body spun in every direction. And let me tell you what I thought in midair, I seriously want to kill this no-man-fucker who fuckin' threw me into the fucking air.29

I thought that it was it. My life was over. Well, maybe I can become a fuckin' ghost and forever haunt this man who goes by the name Jamie.30

But it seemed that I went through an open window and hit the ground. I heard someone shouted in surprise. As I struggled to get up, Jamie hit and floored me down. He whooped, then said, "Sorry, Cecil. I think we are safe now. We lost them. The men had gone in other direction."31

I flustered at him and tossed his weight off. While he's still on the floor, panting, I jumped at him. Our hips, meeting each other. I furled my fists around his brawny hair in anguish and pulled his head up to my face. "I WANT ANSWERS, JAMIE!!!" I started shaking his head like I would pull a fucking head off a Barbie doll.32

"Cee, whoa." He placed his hands on my hands, patting on them in a way to calm me down. "Love, you are gonna kill me if you keep this up."33

My arms gave ways, but I stubbornly refused to let go of his hair when I put his head back on the floor. My hair's edges touching his chest. I was worn out, panting harder than Jamie. Oblivious to his staring at me, I felt him at the hip. I looked again at him. "Why? A hard-on?"34

"Whoa, you can't blame me. Blame this fucker." He pointed to his dick. "This dick wants you."35

I decided not to say anything because I don't feel like wasting anymore energy on him. Something moved in the corner of my eyes. I spun my head. A pink slipper encased by a feet. I looked up. And gasped. An old man. Buck naked... except those pink slippers of his. And mind you, I can't help but gaped at the obvious. His old dick was having a hard-on.36

I am absolutely speechlessly paralyzed by what I saw.37

"Well, look at us." Jamie broke the silence. "We are like some porno for this man here, like a television for his breakfast."38

I jabbed at his nipple and twisted it.39

He winced, threw his hand on his nipple, "OK!"40

"Let's just get the fffuck out of here."41

But the old man wanted us to stay. I was irked enough already. But he dressed up, so I complied. Jamie asked for water. The old man gave it to us.42

"So, tell me. What's all this? Men in dark clothes chasing after us?" I asked Jamie.43

"It's not us. It's me they are after." Jamie took another gulp. "It's a long story."44

"Make it short."45

"OK. Here's my confession. Firstly, I am not who you think I am. Secondly, I am not without parents. Thirdly, I am an... uh... I killed... a person."46

They all bewildered me enough. "You are not Jamie? You are not an orphan? And you what!?"47

"You can still call me Jamie. I like it that you are the only one who calls me."48

"What's your real name?"49

"Sorry, love. It's something I can't give so easily."50

"Why?"51

"'Cause it's shitty complicated. Even twice more complicated for me now that you got involved in my shit." He grinded at his teeth. "Give me a moment to think, please." He stood up and walked to the counter of the kitchen with the old man and me staring after him. He leaned against the counter, feet crossed, arm crossed. His hand rubbing his chin.52

The way he does this seemed new to me. And he looked different by doing the rubbing-his-chin thing. I began to doubt myself if I had really known him after a year, living and riding in his car.53

As in authority, he said, "You are coming with me. I can't leave you behind. If I did, you would be dead."54