Beautiful Sin [ ON HOLD ]

Chapter 25.

Teresa's back story.

Five years ago.

Peaking through my bedroom curtain, my patience seemed to wear off with each passing second as I waited for the familiar frame of a sixteen year old boy to show up at my bedroom balcony. A sixteen year old boy with long golden wavy hair and hazel eyes. A boy with a smile that seemed to make my heart falter and melt into a messy puddle of swoon.

A sixteen year old boy by the name of Daniel.

My lips quirked into a cheeky smile as I envisioned our meeting tonight. The rules we'd decided to break despite my aunt's harsh verdict on what my future would entail. Just the thought of going against her wish me naughty. Drawing my lip between my teeth, I daintily bit it as I imagined how everything would play out.

I had turned sixteen. A well known tradition adopted around the world is that a girl's sixteenth birthday is one of their most precious birthdays. A huge deal ,as some would denote.

My aunt, Aunt Beatrice, had made some plans on how it would play out. She'd gracefully planned on having me attend Mass in the hours of 12- 2 pm and right afterwards I'd be forced to join the Sisters of Mercy for some rosary prayers. Daniel and I had plans to hang out by the creek, far away from my house, where we'd be alone and discreet.

With ruined plans and a sour mood, I'd obliged to my aunt's routine with a stiff neck. I didn't know why I thought this year would be different. This had been an old tradition at all my birthday parties. Since I was 7 . Every year was the same routine on the day of my birthday.

I'd wake up to morning rosary with my aunt at 6 am held in church, followed by a decent cup of tea and croissants at the church's dining hall , afterwards I'd help with basic chores before the heading to the homeless shelter where we served brunch to them. That would take about 2 hours and as time flies, I'd be back to the church for mass and afterwards, I'd settle down with the nuns for some rosary prayers.

It was fun when I was 7 yrs old but as each year passed by , one year older, the routine felt like a chore and as of now, felt like torture. I was cloistered from the rest of the teenagers in my simple neighborhood. I was homeschooled too. My aunt felt it safe for me to stay isolated from the sinful community as she'd like to put in.

But I still sought ways on how to bend and possibly break a few of her parochial rules.

Standing by my bedroom window, with the lights off , I waited for him. It was way past midnight but time didn't matter when your held prisoner by your scrupulous aunt.

Tonight was the night. I'd dreamt about it. I'd craved for it , for him. I'd read somewhere, about how all good things came to those who waited in patience.

After two years of being platonic, Daniel and I were going to explore new territory, push the boundaries of friendship and seek more from each other.

He had confessed to me about his feelings towards me. I recall the day, it was burned into my brain. With closed eyes, I felt myself getting transported to that very day. After rosary prayers, he'd held my hand before I could step outside. The feel of his hand against mine, felt wrong and right all at once. Felt accepting and forbidden all at once. Soft palms against my skin, it's warmth a haunting gate that drew into temptation as I imagined how it would feel against other parts of my body. The parts of my body Aunt Beatrice had forbad me from touching.

She'd forcefully undressed me one evening in front of a full length mirror. She'd seemed mad that day and I was frightened. Afraid she'd strike me with her hand or slap me . I stared shamefully at my nakedness for the first time and standing right behind me was my aunt, our eyes met through the mirror.