Thrill

CHAPTER TEN

(Anna's Pov)

The day I dreaded to face had arrived once more. Sunday. And on this very Sunday, I would be forced to attend Bible study; a place filled with judgemental women, some older than me and some younger, their eyes sending sly daggers my way.

For what? I really had no clue. 

It was just a place I didn't want to be in. I didn't feel comfortable at all. It didn't help with increasing my relationship with God or my faith. It was just the same old lecture playing on repeat. 

I hated it.

Somehow, luckily, I had managed to sit through two boring hours, this time trying my very hardest to look engaged with it. When in reality I was zoning off into a complete different world - a world of my forbidden, wrong thoughts. 

I could still feel it. Feel that strong, burning touch against my entire right leg, from my knee and above, right to the top of my thigh. It almost felt as if he was still touching me... still trailing his long finger against my clothed skin, managing to seep through the thick material and leave my skin to burn. 

It was all so terribly wrong for me to be thinking about it. Even more... because I... strangely enjoyed it. It made me feel something unusual, something like nervous excitement to shoot around my body... oddly wanting him to do more. 

I blinked, exhaling slowly as I peddled down faster. I was on my way home, riding through the street, the roads now much clearer as snow had managed to clear up. I was more than relieved to have left the slightly crowded room and finally be able to breath. It was getting too much for me.

Especially where my thoughts were wondering off to...

Slowing down, I peddled into the driveway and stopped when I reached its stand. I gently stood up from the seat, straightening out my clothing as I done so, before locking it. With a small sigh, I walked towards the front-door, hoping for the best.

After a minute or two of waiting, the door opened and my mother's face was revealed. I sent her a a small smile as she took a step back.

"Come è stato lo studio della Bibbia?" She questioned, wiping her hands with a cloth, indicating she had just finished cleaning something. Most likely the dishes.

How was Bible study?

"Buona... Molto interessante." I lied with a small smile.

Good... Very interesting. 

Nodding, my mother smiled lightly. "Buano."

Good.

My mother turned on her heels and headed back into the kitchen. I bit down on my bottom lip, so tempted to ask her if Amy had come out of our room or if she had stayed there the entire day - but decided against it. I would go up and see for myself.

Kicking off my boots, I made my way upstairs, feeling a rush of emotions pass through me. Honestly, I was quite nervous and anxious to see how my sister was coping. I wondered if she was still sobbing her eyes out, or slowly beginning to accept her inevitable fate.

Twisting the closed door open, I felt my heart jump when I saw the room was empty. My brows instantly furrowed. I took a step inside further, biting down on my bottom lip when I realized she was nowhere in sight.

Where was she?

I took a glance outside the terrace door, seeing it was empty, just the old sofa sitting there alone. Confusion grew deeper in me, until I heard the sound of the front-door opening, shortly followed by footsteps bouncing up the stairs.