SOC 101 (SUBJECT 2)✓

17

- A SISTER'S LUST -

I had avoided Delilah ever since she had invited me to join her at midnight. At first, it had been unconscious, but even after I knew that was what I was doing, I didn't stop. I still saw her openly flirting with the guys and hanging out with the girls. I had accidentally walked in on her with a girl. Her lips had been suckling on the girl's breasts with the innocence of a child as she did. I had stood there, uncertain if I could rush in without making the air awkward or just go back out without them noticing.

The latter had sounded more inviting to me and I ran with my tail between my legs. The door hadn't hidden me, it had slammed loudly and the beating of my heart had picked up rapidly as I ran into the main area. Thinking about it now, I must have looked ridiculous running into the main area like I had been bitten by a savage dog.

The image had stayed stuck in my mind, replaying over and over like a broken record, and they infuriated me. I was so angry that I couldn't forget it. Jealousy was something I was certain I could never experience, but Delilah had her ways of surprising me.

I was on cooking duty today, so I helped with the cutting of the ingredients. Tears filled my eyes as I chopped the onions and wiped severally only to feel them stinging even more.

"Once you finish chopping it, you can go do other things." She said to me with a smile as she turned back to stirring the broth.

Ever since the Sisters had practically abandoned their duties, we had had to try our best to fill up space by taking up all the things they had been doing for us. Mary had taken it upon herself to claim the head of the dorms and had created the roster that we applied to carry out our chores. She had refused to write my name among the girls that cooked simply because she thought I wasn't too much of a cook and that I'd make them sick with my bad cooking.

None of the kids needed to know that my mother was a terrible cook, and that I had had to train myself from a tender age to cook for both of us so we didn't starve. Each time she took the alcohol she cherished so much, she would stay asleep for hours and leave me to starve. It was a miracle how I hadn't died.

After chopping the onions, I set the table with the plates and utensils. The other children hurried to the table when they saw me doing so, immediately taking their seats, which left the dining rowdy. I left as soon as I was done setting to inform the girl cooking. I hadn't even tried to learn the names of all the children that stayed in the house.

When we were done eating, I cleared the dishes, packing them into the kitchen, and washing them along with the girl that had cooked the food. The noise had gone down a bit since the other children had gone to finish up other duties of theirs.

The plants had bloomed perfectly, it was a beautiful sight to see. I walked up to mine, inhaling the sweet scent all while glaring at some other plants that had bloomed even more than mine. Did the plants really show how fruitful their journey had been or was it all a hoax? The ones with the plants that had bloomed the most were the ones that engaged in the sinful acts even more than others. Peter's had grown rapidly too and I ignored the smug look he had each time we passed each other.

He still reminded me of the day with Delilah and her invitation because he wanted to see me loosen up. He claimed I was too uptight, too serious, and I took life way too seriously. It was meant to be simple, spontaneous. We were young, and we had the liberty to wield how our lives went.

I scoffed as I filled the can with water and made my way back to my plant. I watered it, willing it to bloom and grow even more than Peter's so he wouldn't look so smug. I waited for the day to follow the normal course it always did every day. Cleansing followed, then lunch, our bible study session, the fellowship before we went to bed, then finally the wait till midnight.