An Angels Sin

If The Pews Could Talk

        

          Catalina's POV
     "What do you think dad would do if we just skipped today and went back to sleep?" My sister, Tori asks me from the bathroom. I finish curling my lashes and look over at her. She's always been the prettier one, with wavier hair, longer legs, prettier eyes, more confidence.
     "I think dad would give us a lecture for about an hour and neither of us want to have to sit through that," I answer. She groans loudly, closing the bathroom cabinet loudly and walking back out.
    "I thought that when I moved out, I would be able to become my own person, but no. I'm still the machine mom and dad made me out to be," she says, putting on her boots. "You sure you don't want to wear something else? I can lend you something of mine."
    I look down at myself. I've always been told to show minimal skin because its not lady like. "No, I'm okay." She shrugs and grabs her car keys.
    "After this, I'm going back to sleep." I laugh at her as I follow her out of the apartment. We get in her car and begin driving to the only church our town has; my father is the priest.
    We get out of the car and make our way up the steps. She loops her arm through mine as we walk inside. Our parents wave us over.
   "You look beautiful, darling," my dad says. His glance turns to my sister. "Glad you could come." She gives him a fake smile and we sit down.
    Martha in the second pew behind me is glaring at Mrs.Cooper. Mrs.Cooper is holding back tears, while side glancing at her husband who is looking at Martha. Molly in the next pew over is tense as her husband rests his hand on her knew. Her husband gives her a threatening look that no one else can see.
    If these pews could talk, we'd all be going straight to hell. My dad walks up to the stage and sets his bible on the stand. He goes in about things. "Sit up straight," my mother whispers to me. I do as told and continue listening.
    We all bowl are heads and close our eyes and silently pray. I sit up before everyone else. Standing, everyone begins filing out of the church and outside.
     "Cata!" Someone says. I turn around and see Nicky, my one and only friend if you don't count my sister.
    "Hi," I say. We go over to my parents and listen to their conversation with a new family. They walk away.
    "Hello, Nicky," my mom says. "Still have that purple hair I see." No filter; always so candor. Nicky glares.
   "Yes, yes I do," she says snappily.
    "I didn't know he was back in town," I hear my mom saying. I look in her direction to see a tall, muscular boy with short black hair, caramel skin, and stubble.
    "Who is he?" Nicky asks before I do. They look over at us.
    "Someone you don't need to involve yourselves with," my dad says in a firm voice. I look down at the all too long grass.
   "Hun, if you don't want them getting involved, aren't we supposed to tell them why not to?" My mom says. My sister scuffs, her eyes still on the boy.
    "He just got out of prison for murder," she blurts out quietly. We all snap our heads towards her. "What? You two were taking too long and that's a short story. At least what this damn town thinks happened anyways."
    "What do you mean thinks? He went to prison, that says what happened," my dad says, trying to keep his voice leveled.
    "What I mean is that we don't really know what really happened. We know that story we seen in the paper, but we don't know it from his side." I don't think I'll ever be able to talk to them the way she is right now.
    "Well isn't this a  entertaining Sunday morning," Nicky mumbles. I chuckle. "He's hot. Scary looking, but hot." Rolling eyes, I look back over at him. He is very very attractive.
     "Okay, lets get going," my dad says.
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      "You know, one day I want to rip up every one of your books just to be a bitch," Nicky says as she flops down onto my bed. "Maybe then I won't feel like a third wheel."
     I glare at her. "Touch my books, I hurt you. Fatally," I say. She sighs and pulls her legs to her chest.
    "We should get out. Have some fun," she says. I close my book, knowing there is no way I'm going to be able to concentrate. "Caroline is having a party. We should go for a little bit. Have a few drinks."
    I shake my head violently. "No, you know I don't party or drink. You can go if you want," I tell her. "And who has a party on a Sunday?"
    "She does. Please. I'll seen someone to drive me home. You wouldn't want me dead in a ditch would you?" I groan, giving in. I grab my car keys from my desk and look at her.
    "Two hours. That's all."

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