His Sinful Infatuation

Chapter 2

I was happy, a little too happy, but I couldn't help it; Apollo had me smiling and grinning ear to ear all day yesterday as he took me to different parts of Ravello, showing me around the town and what it had to offer. I was pretty surprised when he pulled up to my grandma's house in a blue Rolls-Royce Boat Tail; the only reason why I knew of this car was that my mother and I had a thing for cars. We stumbled upon it one day while surfing the web at the library; we had laughed so hard about its name and form that we almost got kicked out. But seeing it in person, sitting inside it, I couldn't help but feel I misjudged the car. It was beautiful and fast, very fast.

I had my hair flapping everywhere in the ponytail as he drove the car at such a speed that everything around seemed like a blur of lights. The empty street of Ravello made me feel at ease at the possibility of us hurting someone.

We went sightseeing, then had lunch by the waters in his car while watching the sunset. I learned a lot about Apollo; he was raised here in the town with his family. He has five brothers, three of them here, and the other two were out of town, as Ravello wasn't their place of work line. He said that one day I would get to meet all of them, but I don't think that was going to happen; I'll be leaving Ravello in four days.

I loved the sightseeing we did in the garden as I was introduced to a bunch of different colors, textures, and shaped flowers, some that I had never seen before. Then we went to an almost cavelike place with many statues on display. I almost felt like I was in a Greek mythology movie. Apollo had also mentioned to me that his parents are very fond of Greek mythology as all of their names were of that.

I had spent many days in my room learning and reading about Greek mythology, so it made sense that I asked him if Apollo matched his character. He only chuckled and shook his head at me. It was a shame because Apollo was the God of music and dance, the sun and light, and poetry, which are some of the things that I enjoy.

I hope that when I leave, Apollo will still be my friend; maybe we can Facetime, just like I had done with my grandma.

I hopped out of his car and waved at him, "Tomorrow at the chapel, okay?" He stated with a small smile, confirming that we would see each other again.

"Yeah. I'll be on time" I chuckled and waved him bye before walking into the house. I had told Apollo of my religious background, and he offered to take me to the town's chapel tomorrow as it is old and historic. So here I am, sitting in the old chapel with a book in my hand, staring into space, awaiting Apollo's arrival.

Religion is a complicated subject to me, though I am always open to learning about the different types that linger around the world. I have met a few people who claimed they are religious, but in reality, they are worse than the devil that walks the earth. I can so singly point out each and every one of those fakes who had done horrible deeds in the name of Christianity. And I personally know a few, so personally.

If I'm being honest, religion has been forced on me. I don't really blame my mom because she claims the best things have happened to her because she prayed to God, opened up her heart, and lived for him. So it made sense that she wanted me to do the same; thus, all the church time we've committed, the praying on the knees, and the smiling at other people from church.

Once upon a time, I never had doubts about religion; I never had doubts about a bunch of people coming together in a church to worship God; I used to support it until the church incident. It made me open my eyes to the world and the evil rituals and things they do in the name of religion. And ever since then, I scoffed and rolled my eyes whenever a pastor preached.

I have accepted God into my heart because he is real; he is our savior, and the evidence we need of his existence is all around us.

I often go to the church building after church time and just sit there. I don't pray, and I do not worship anymore because I believe we communicate to God through the heart and soul, through our actions and intentions.