Internal Sin: 013

(Cameron's Point Of View)

I waited outside in the parking lot, waiting for my driver, my shoes pounding on the pavement and my hands jammed into my front pockets.

A minute later, I noticed my automobile coming to a stop in front of me. I jumped into the passenger seat, sighing loudly as I was finally out of that constricting gathering.

"Did you have a bad night, Cameron?" My driver inquired from the front, having already exited the gate and onto the chilly and lonesome street of the night.

I gave a genuine grin, knowing that I could be myself with him. He had been my driver since I could walk and had begun my career as a juvenile actor.

"I simply want to get out of here, Uncle Charlie; it's asphyxiating."

"You appear to have not slept in days. "When was the last time you ate or slept?"

I parted my lips to speak, but then realized I didn't know the response. I couldn't recall the last time I ate or slept.

He groaned and reached for the vacant passenger seat beside him, tossing me a pap