Musical Accompaniment: Poison Ivy by Hemi Moore
He moved like violence dressed in devotion and I never know which might reach me first.
CAMERON
I watch as Earl continues to ignore me and instead drags a chair towards Conti. As he does so, the chair bumps into one of the fallen men, snags on the body. Earl kicks the man aside with the edge of his boot and moves the chair the rest of the way to position it across from the bleeding Victor Conti.
This is the man you saved Cameron. My mind whispers to me and I bite my lip to stop from screaming at myself. What have I done?
“Conti, Conti, Conti,” and Earl tsks, taking off his suit and laying it calmly on the back of the chair. “Whatever are we going to do with you?”
I feel like I should say something or at least attempt to stop whatever ma
