Bad Habits: A Dark Anthology - Yolanda Olson Page 0,59
me? I climb the stairs and approach the officer.
“Mr. Michaels. I wondered if we might ask you a few questions?”
“Sure thing, officer.” I motion toward the small table and chairs in the corner of the reception area. The elderly administrator peers at me over her glasses. I smile at her only to be met with a frown.
“Mr. Michaels, can you tell us where you were on the night of September third?”
I frown, scratching my head. “Probably at home, officer. It was a couple of months ago, you’re pretty specific. Is there anything in particular you want to know?”
He sits up straighter in his chair. “We received an anonymous tip that you may have information on a hit and run that happened that night.”
I cross my arms in front of me. “Doesn’t ring a bell. You should check your sources.” I look over at Sister Mary Concessa who is pretending to busy herself in the reception area. I know she’s listening.
“If you think of anything, Mr. Michaels, feel free to call the station.” He stands, his eyes scrutinizing me as he hands me a business card.
“Sure thing.” I extend my hand, taking the card.
He waves at the Sister as he makes his way to his vehicle.
I rise and stalk over to where she stands. “That didn’t work out quite as well as you hoped, did it, Mary?” I grin.
“I have no idea what you mean?” Her face reddens.
I don’t bother saying anything more. I descend the stairs, starting toward the church building to find Celeste. I know that cop will be snooping around here. Once you give them a bone, they hold on to it for dear life.
September 3rd
I know I shouldn’t get behind the wheel after drinking, but I do it anyway. My friend, Kevin, tries to convince me to stay the night, but a guy doesn’t get to score with Olivia Kent every night, and I am not about to let the opportunity pass me by. She hops into the passenger seat of my Aston Martin, turning the music up. Our friends catcall when she slips out of her tank top. It is no surprise that she isn’t wearing a bra. “You coming or what?” she asks.
I can’t keep my eyes off her tits. I slide into the driver’s seat, turning the key in the ignition. She literally moans when the engine purrs to life. Damn, she is hot. We hit the highway and she leans over the center console to unzip my jeans. The situation escalates pretty quickly, and before I know it, she’s giving me head right here in the car. I can’t concentrate, it feels too good. I don’t notice I’ve moved into the oncoming lane until it’s too late. The last thing I see are headlights as they barrel toward me. I scream, and Olivia sits upright just as my vehicle collides with another. We’re flying around inside the car, and I’m praying to God, to anyone, that she makes it, that I make it, that the other people make it. There is nothing more sobering than that moment in between.
I woke up in hospital a few hours later, Olivia in the bed next to me. We both made it out with a couple of scratches, but I'm told the young man in the other car wasn’t as lucky. My father will make it all go away. He'll make sure it looks like I was never even at the scene. When you’re Kenneth Michaels, you can do anything.
The memories from that night still haunt me. I sometimes wonder if things would be easier for me now had I gotten the punishment I deserved, But then I realize that I never would have met Celeste. I sit in her room, waiting for her. She always comes to her room for her evening prayers. I know I shouldn’t be in here, but the chances of someone else walking in here with her are slim. That fucker Thomas only comes into her bedroom at night, after their sessions. Eventually, Celeste opens the door, her face actually lighting up when she sees me. I stand and she launches herself into my arms. “God, I missed you.’ I whisper, holding her close.
“You okay? You haven’t changed your mind have you?”
“Not on your life.” I tell her. “But we do need to talk.” I rub a knuckle over her cheekbone.
I sit and pull her down on my lap. “This is odd, you know, letting myself get close to a man like