Sinful Secret

A Night Out

I couldn't stop thinking about Saturday. Everyday I would wake up and wish for the day to be over. I would check my window every day in hopes to seeing Damion, but every time I saw him he seemed preoccupied and I didn't want to bother him.

Finally it was Saturday. I was more than ecstatic. Actually I was nervous. Could i do this. I've never been anywhere besides church. I should back out. This is a bad idea. This is a really bad. What if I get caught! My mother will never let me see the outside world ever again. She'll bolt my windows shut. Oh GOSH! I'm sinning. I'm lying to my parents. I'm gonna go to hell forever.

I couldn't stop pacing in the living room. My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. I checked the grandfather clock in the livingroom. It read 5:15. I slowly walked to the door. I could feel my palms sweating. Why did I agree to this. I took a deep breath and reached for the door knob. I slowly opened the door.

I looked to see Damian standing there with his hands in his pockets. "Uhhh... I can't go anymore. I've seemed to have caught the flu", I lied. I've never once been sick. My father had the flu once and I couldn't see him for a week because my mother said that he wants me to be a healthy child in heaven.

Damian stepped closer and eyed me. "Are you chickening out on me", He said.

What does that mean? I think he knew I was confused because he said "Oops. I forgot that you're completely oblivious to anything jesus related".

My mouth gaped open. "I am not", I answered.

"Yes you are, but it doesn't matter. I'll change that soon enough. Is that what you're gonna wear?" He asked me looking down at my clothes. I had on my grey dress and black leggings and flats. My hair was braided to one side and hung over my shoulder. I pouted my li out at him. "What's wrong with my clothes?" I asked.

"Their so virgin", He said.

I thought about the word. Virgin? "What does virgin mean".

He seemed to think it was funny because he laughed at me. "Virgin means you've never fucked a guy, but i'm guessing you don't know what that means either", he said. I shook my head no.

"Anyway, let's go. Were wasting time", He said holding up his hand.

"I told you i'm not going", I repeated to him. "I don't want to go to hell".

He sighed. "Look, God wants people to enjoy life and have fun. Being a teen is about sneaking out and being rebellious. Trust me. It will be fun". I don't know why but I grabbed his hand and he lead me to his red car. He opened the door for me and I sat in his comfortable seat. I buckled my seatbelt and saw that he didn't.

"Aren't you going to buckle your seatbelt"? I questioned him as he pulled out my driveway.

"No. I feel constricted in that thing. Don't worry. I'm a good driver", he says blinking one eye at me quickly.

I was tempted to ask him what it meant, but I didn't think it matter. I sat in my seat and enjoyed the view as we drove through the town. "So. What do you do all day"?

I thought back to my repetitive schedule that never changes. "Well... Every other day, my mom teaches me basic learning material until 3:30. Then I do my chores which insist on helping my mother wash the clothes, cleaning the kitchen, livingroom, etcetera. I always have an essay assignment I have to write each week and if I wasn't with you right now, that's what i'd be doing. I read a lot and when my parents leave i'll listen to my parents vinyl records. I also like to...."

"Okay, I get it. Your life is boring. It's about to get a lot more fun", He says after rudely interrupting me. He then pulls out one of those tiny cylinder things and sparks a fire at the tip of it. What was it called again? Oh yeah. Cigarette.