Sinful Secret

Through Windows

Monday morning I woke up at the same time I always did. The clock read 7 am. I got out of bed and went to my closet. I decided on wearing my brown sweater, and my black stockings. My sweater came down to my knees and every part of my body was showing. My mom had a big rule on showing too much skin, or any skin at all. She said a mature lady dressed herself with respect.

I suddenly felt the urge to look through my window for Damian. I never thought about looking through my window for him, but ever since yesterday I couldn't stop thinking about our encounter. I learned so much in such a little amount of time. I headed to my window and peaked through the blinds. Damian's blinds were wide open, and he stood there. Without a shirt. I could see the numerous tattoos on his body. My eyes widened at his naked image. I've never seen that much skin before. Not even on me. Suddenly Damian turned toward my window and my eyes widened. I instantly stepped away from my blinds. I could feel my cheeks heat up.

I shook off the absolute embarrassment and headed downstairs. My mom was sitting at the kitchen table with her books stacked on the table. My father has already left for work, leaving me and my mother to our studies. We started with our bible studies like always. Then we moved on to my writing. My mom made me hand in my homework assignment and gave me another one. I had to write about the importance of family.

My mother made me a fruit salad. Meat was banned from the household. I remember when I was 10, our neighbor brought over lasagna and my mom threw it out because it contained meat.

After I finished eating I headed up to my room to work on my assignment. There was half my day. It was boring, but it was all I knew. I was plopped on my bed and closed my eyes. My mom was probably cleaning or praying. That's all she ever does when she's home. I was about to get my pencil to start my assignment when I heard something hit my window. I jumped, startled by the sound. Suddenly I heard it again. I crept off my bed and head to the window. I was shaking and wondering what the sound was. I opened my blinds and saw Damian in his window with his head peeked out. It was an understatement to say I was shocked.

"What's up weirdo", He said.

"Uhhhh..... Hi. What are you doing?" I asked curiously.

"I just wanted to talk. So, you don't go to school?" He questioned.

His question made me wonder the same about him. "No. I went to school in the first grade, but you ruined that for me", I said in a tone that I didn't recognized.

I noticed his eyebrows knit together and his head tilt. "What are you talking about?" He asked.

"I came to school in the first grade and you poured paint all over me. Ever since then my mother told me that people were the devil. Especially teenagers". Why was I explaining my homelife?

"Your family is definitely weird. You should really get out the house more", Damian suggested.

I looked down at the grass beneath me. "I don't know what's out in the world. I always have my mom or dad with me whenever I leave". I wasn't worried about them hearing me in my room. We had thick walls, and my parents spent most of the evening in the den reading or spending adult time together.

There was a moment of silence. I was waiting for Damian to comment. "Damn. I can't believe i've lived next to you all this time and didn't even know you existed. When is the next time you parents leave", Damian asked.

I felt a little taken back by his question. "Uhhhh. They have a church meeting on Saturday".

"When do they leave and when do they get back". Wow, he was a curious person.

"They leave at 5 and get back around 10", I answered.

He stared thoughtfully into space for a few minutes. His attention directed back toward me. "Cool. I'll come get you at 5:15. Do you know what a movie theatre is", He asked.

I shook my head oblivious to his word. "What is that?"

"It's like a giant television. Do you have a tv?" He seemed to be tired of by oblivious nature of life.

"My parents say that television rots the brain and turns kids into the devil", I answer using my mothers words.

Damian rubbed his face with his hands. He ran a hand threw his hair making it look messy. I couldn't help but stare at his hand movements and the way his lips parted into a sigh. His elbow rested on the window seal as he stared thoughtfully at nothing in particular. I was so lost in looking at him that I didn't realize that he started speaking.

"Do you like what you see?" He asked.

I didn't know if his question meant something more than I thought. I liked looking at him, but it seemed weird to tell him that. I opened my mouth to respond but my mom called my name. "Uhhh.... I have to go", I said. I started to pull my head in the window when Damion stopped me.

"Wait. I'll see you Saturday?" It seemed like a question that was worded like a statement. I nodded my head ok and closed my window as my mother yelled my name once more.

"Coming Mother!" I replied heading down the steps.