That day he walked into the room, or should I say I walked into his room, my life changed. As cliché as that sounds, it was true. I wanted to corrupt his innocence. I wanted to turn that church boy into my little project. He was always into the Bible. Preaching quietly. Humble. All those good little church boy qualities. He was shy, and it was so inviting. But the best thing about it, he was my best friend’s brother. Better access. Better everything. I couldn’t think of anything that would get in my way. Except my best friend, but it wouldn’t be the first time I kept things from her. She didn’t even know the darkest of secrets buried deep in my memory.
