Sinners

chapter 8

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"What did I tell you about leaving your windows open girl?" Your Grandmother nagged as she sealed your windows shut and pulled out a bag of powder from her coat pocket and sprinkled some in front of the window. You'd make a joke about it looking like a line of coke but in honesty you never know when it comes to her.

"And you wonder why you're having all these boy issues. You're basically inviting them right in honey." She mutters out loud.

You sigh and roll your eyes. Sprawled out across your comfortable bed, you attempted to rest after a long uneventful day, despite your Grandmother's incessant complaints about 'checking' your room. Which honestly made you feel like a child asking their guardian to search their room for any 'monsters'.

"Grandmother, I don't have any boys in my life." You say honestly. The last boy you dated was just some silly crush in the fourth grade that lasted a week before he hoed himself out to the new girl.

A short sigh left her mouth. "That's good. You stay away from them. They're just trouble. All seven of them." 

You head popped up. "What do you mean all seven of them?"

Your Grandmother failed to spare you a glance as she prodded at the plants hanging from your ceiling.

"You know what I'm talking about."

"What did you see?" You ask curiously, sitting straight and crawling over to the edge of your bed.

"Everything." She says quietly.

You hummed quietly in response, knowing you'd never be able to get anything out of her. A thick fog of silence occupied the dense air around you as you submerged yourself in a circus of thoughts, each one more fascinating and complex than the other.

"I love you." She says quietly before leaving your room. "See you in the morning, and if you smell anything weird at it's nothing, just some herbs."

You were left staring at the shut door in confusion.

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Sleeping had come naturally but as hours passed the serene atmosphere had shifted into an uneasy one.

Your shallow breathing quickened it's pace when a foreign feeling danced across the bare skin of your arm. It was a simple touch. A simple graze of a fingertip had your stomach tightening in pleasure. Shivers ran it's course throughout your body.

"Y/N." Someone whispered. It was a voice you'd never had the pleasure of hearing. So light and deep, it was mesmerising.

Your eyes flickered open, a pair of gold ones studied yours closely. Despite your urge to jump away you found yourself frozen. Trapped under some sort of spell.

"Y/N, I need you to open your window. I'm stuck."

"Mmm?" You dreamily hum.

Warm flooded your body as his hands softly gripped your shoulders, holding you upright.

Adjusting your tired eyes to your dimly lit room you were able to see the culprit. His dark hair was swept across his fair skin as he looked at you concerned.

"I need you to get up okay? Do you think you can do that?" You watched as his lips moved slowly, forming every syllable so that you'd catch on.

Your head lazily nodded on it's own accord.

Standing up was a lot easier said than done. Your brain was barely awake but it seemed like your body hadn't gotten the memo.

"Come on you can do it." He murmured in your ear as you bared your entire weight on him.