Sinner

"I am a sinner, who's probably gonna sin again"




I grew up in a very christian, very religious household. Church every sunday, praying before a meal and before we slept, abstinence throughout the house; the usual. Daddy was a hard worker, spending long valuable hours at the office. Momma was an even harder worker, dedicating all her time to her three children. Growing up we were a very close family, closer than your average. Having a burden on your back and a pain in your chest for the rest of your life for causing such a beautiful family to fall into pieces, should be the least of my punishments.







I couldn't help it, i loved the thrill, i loved hiding it from my family even more though. He was my saviour, the reason i lied to my parents. He made me feel good, made me feel safe, like nothing could get me. He was my secret. And i didn't plan on sharing him. Its not that my parents we're against dating, its just that i wasn't sure they'd approve of Jonah. You see, Jonah wasn't exactly the type of boy that listens to his parents, eats his vegetables, and shutter at cuss words. He was different, my baby was a rebel! He liked spikes and leather jackets, he liked hair jell and cigarettes, he liked combat boots and tattoos, and he absolutely loved his bike!







Jonah and i we're in love, he was the coolest kid in town and i was his little lady. We were a match made by the gods. He loved it when i told him what to do, loved it when i was in control. He loved it when i would yell at him, he'd always shut me up with a kiss. Always had the right cards up his sleeve always kept me wondering. We would ride on his motorcycle for hours going to the country side just so it could be me and him for a little while. He didn't mind that i had to be home by 8, he couldn't care less that i was still a virgin, he loved me, the real Katrina. We had cute nick names, he was monkey and i was Kat. We we're inseparate-able.




"Katrina, baby; we have to tell your mom and dad" "Jonah please, its not time yet, i promise when I'm ready you'll know, its too soon". Once in a while we'd have conversations like that, Jonah was eager to meet my parents. I couldn't let him though, i wouldn't! Id rather him get mad at me then lose him forever. So he did, every once in a while Jonah would wonder why he still hasn't met my folks, why i was hiding him, when in reality i was hiding them. I couldn't let them ruin him for me, he was my everything! He would do an angry smirk and say " Katrina i don't know whats wrong with me, but i know i can wait". Sometimes he would even get mad at me and we wouldn't talk for days, but he would always call my home phone telling whoever picked it up that it was my friend 'Thomas' and that he had a school related question, and beg to see me and apologize with flowers. Oh how i was in love.