Hair Of The Bitch - A Twisted Suspense Thriller - Plot & Excerpts
Paul, on the other hand, was going to take some finagling. He’d had no problem voicing his suspicions about my behavior as of late, and to be truthful, I wasn’t even sure I should call him. What could I possibly say without raising his suspicions even higher? There was a desperate part of me that wanted to tell him everything. He was my best friend and I loved him more than anyone alive. But I knew Paul; if I told him, he would insist on some kind of involvement, assuming he didn’t tell me I was nuts for going through with this craziness first—which he assuredly would. I couldn’t tell him. No way. Like the night at the bar where I hacked into my calf to remind me to keep my mouth shut, I needed to be just as disciplined here—more so. If I’d slipped up at the bar, my punishment would have only been a barrage of questions followed by a barrage of rhetorical questions, asking if I used to take the short bus to school. If I slipped up now? Told him everything? I don’t even want to think about my punishment.
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