17
ZEKE
I’m going to be a s****l catalyst. To break up a couple who’s been together since sixth grade.
That thought should’ve made me fall to my knees to beg for forgiveness, but I felt nothing other than excitement. I told myself no one would be hurt in the process like my friend Braden had been by his father’s affair. I simply agreed to a night of debauchery to point out the error in the path they’d chosen.
Isn’t that what a good counselor would do?
Skewed thoughts…but my stubbornness had chosen, and I wouldn’t be swayed a different way.
I brushed my teeth and glanced over my face in the mirror, my eyes clear of any trace of being under the influence.
So where did the numbness toward sin come from?
“f**k if I know,” I muttered at my reflection after spitting and rinsing. “I’m goi
